Poem
Jameela Nishat
A PYRE BURNT
A pyre burnt
day and night.
Who was it?
Of what name?
A flood of shadows
swirled around the mind,
the pyre, fed by the oil of infidelity,
burnt on, day after day.
The shadows waved,
were gulped by the fire.
She stood fixed.
Of a sudden
long arms
stretched out
and seized her
and she gave herself
to flames.
Who was it?
Who called?
© Translation: 2000, Prof. Sirajuddin
From: Lava
Publisher: Jameela Nishat, Hyderabad, 2000
From: Lava
Publisher: Jameela Nishat, Hyderabad, 2000
A PYRE BURNT
© 2000, Jameela Nishat
From: Lava
Publisher: Jameela Nishat, Hyderabad
From: Lava
Publisher: Jameela Nishat, Hyderabad
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A PYRE BURNT
A pyre burnt
day and night.
Who was it?
Of what name?
A flood of shadows
swirled around the mind,
the pyre, fed by the oil of infidelity,
burnt on, day after day.
The shadows waved,
were gulped by the fire.
She stood fixed.
Of a sudden
long arms
stretched out
and seized her
and she gave herself
to flames.
Who was it?
Who called?
© 2000, Prof. Sirajuddin
From: Lava
Publisher: 2000, Jameela Nishat, Hyderabad
From: Lava
Publisher: 2000, Jameela Nishat, Hyderabad
A PYRE BURNT
A pyre burnt
day and night.
Who was it?
Of what name?
A flood of shadows
swirled around the mind,
the pyre, fed by the oil of infidelity,
burnt on, day after day.
The shadows waved,
were gulped by the fire.
She stood fixed.
Of a sudden
long arms
stretched out
and seized her
and she gave herself
to flames.
Who was it?
Who called?
© 2000, Prof. Sirajuddin
From: Lava
Publisher: 2000, Jameela Nishat, Hyderabad
From: Lava
Publisher: 2000, Jameela Nishat, Hyderabad
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