The Subdued Fire

The spring is withering though,

That very autumn will be celebrated

Must be remembering the days,

Of spring celebrations every day.

Don’t believe the leaves and twigs,

Dried and parched,

They still hide the fire within,

Flames are still asleep,

Asleep is the outburst of sparks.

Don’t provoke them,

Don’t provoke now


The Urdu Vesion