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avaar-e-aaftaab (downpour of sunshine)
Poem name : THE REAPERS OF DAWN I open the window to the expanse of the world the road is empty, the tree is pregnant with night you aren’t there and there is no oscillation, the stem is shaking, the brook is tired from flowing. I open the window to the expanse of the world the road is empty, the tree is pregnant with night you aren’t there and there is no oscillation, the stem is shaking, the brook is tired from flowing.When you aren’t the heartbeats like the whirlpool When you aren’t the roaring of rivers are not perceptible and valleys cannot be read When you come and night moves away from faces, mystery flies away from existence The moment you go the lawn grows dark, the spring ceases to gush Vagueness spreads over the glass, when you shut Your eyes When your image trembles, the water awakes When you pass the mirror breaths The road is empty, you won’t return and I don’t expect your return The reapers will arrive from the opposite road at dawn, they have observed the ripeness of my clusters in their dream The reapers will arrive from the opposite road at dawn, they have observed the ripeness of my clusters in their dream |  |
