Poet: Parto Rohilla
Translation: Faraz Jamil Kakar
That bird…
She was beautiful
She was gorgeous
Frail and delicate
Wounded by a hunter
She was lying by the roadside
Writhing in agony
But alive…
I went close to her
Placed her on a branch
I carried water hand-cupped
And brought some to her
I gently breathed into her beak
But suddenly
She flew away
Even before
I… carrying my own sinful past
Could cherish for a moment
This small act of kindness
She flew away
I looked into the sky
The bird pounced in the air
And I saw a little butterfly
Trapped in her beak
A beautiful butterfly
A gorgeous butterfly
Frail and delicate butterfly
She was writhing in agony
But alive…
A moving work filled with genuine empathy.
An elegant and evocative piece crafted with inimitable poetic acumen.