Vanished

Not in expansive wheat fields,

encircled by thorny hedge,

With backs resting to the lone tree

they had carved their names on

in warm,bright,setting sun

But in the city of inquity,

Overcrowded with buildings,

Overcast with clouds

The oil smeared dust

Smelling of rust

hardened in its lanes and by lanes

The lovers on the run

finally stopped

under a leaking roof

Feeling cold in the city

Known for its dogdays

Hearts dancing 

to romantically fearful beats

Let them dance some more

For it will tire the gloom

Clouds are about to vanish

Oh bravehearts just a little more

 Many Summers Apart: Gems from Contemporary Urdu Literature

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