Fahmida Riaz
sang-dil rivajon ki
ye imarat-e-kohna
apne aap par nadim
apne bojh se larzan
jis ka zarra zarra hai
khud-shikastagi saman
sab khamida divaren
sab jhuki hui gudiyan
tO A girl
sang-dil rivajon ke
khasta-hal zindan men
ik sada-e-mastana
ek raqs-e-rindana
ye imarat-e-kohna tuut bhi to sakti hai
ye asir-e-shahzadi chhut bhi to sakti hai
Bricks gaping, roof sagging,
the ancient House of Cruel Customs
totters under its own weight.
ye asir-e-shahzadi
In a decaying cell
Of the House of Cruel Customs
the walls are buckling.
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