Zafar Iqbal
Fatigue was inevitable while doing some work, And now I’m even more tired from resting too much.
The darkness outside has seeped within, In turning dusk, I have become the night itself.
This age was such that I spent it as I did, Disgraced myself while shaming others.
The bird can’t escape, but it’s trapped in this air, I’ve grown weary of baiting my heart like this.
Some weren’t unaware; they knew me well, I was departing even as I sought respite.
Water had risen over my head, but I struggled, Pausing everything, holding back everything.
What pilgrimage were we on that led us to these days? What dust it was that we made holy.
From the bend where we began, we’ve returned again, Bringing a futile journey to its end.
At last, Zafar, I’ve vanished from the scene, In making my unique style too common.
