Spring has brought the flowers to bloom, but there is nobody to see them (Poem)
Being inside for the past two weeks on account of the COVID-19 outbreak picking up steam in my part of the world, I learned some things I never could straying outside. Among these is the beauty of the world seen from a window. Writing this poem, which is my first one in years, I was reminded of Mirza Ghalib's famous ghazal bazicha-e-atfal hai duniya mere aage . bazicha-e-atfal hai duniya mere aage hota hai shab-o-roz tamasha mere aage ... go hath ko jumbishen nahin, aankhon mein to dam hai rehne do abhi saghar-o-mina mere aage (My translation, with some of my own poetic elements. I invite Urdu native speakers to correct me.) The world to me is a playground of little children. Night comes, and then day, and their play comes about. My hands are lifeless, but in my eyes, there is a little breath. Leave me be, let the glass and wine come about me. -------- Spring has brought the flowers to bloom, but there is nobody to see them. Outside, a sultry rain has ...