In that dreadful space on earth br There was no mirror to wash br Face from dust with palm of water br The fishes had drunk all before perishing br Language has died with the leaves br Trees had abandoned their roots br For want of sustenance br There had been no fire but every corner br Appeared to have been blazed br Beneath the big walls of houses in mud br Steps bring night as sharp br As shadows from the sun of the day br The trees disappear in the night br In the old crevices with bats br Live demons br To capture souls in nightmares br Or dreams of some other lands br Or every night is wet in suppression br Forced to subconscious br The village herdsman is the story teller br Of the age of stones br Beauty is still woven in silk br Valor is shooting on spur br Sighs are lost in the air br For a dropp of water earth is dug deep br 3052009br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br