Gait / Abu Karim
Like obedient and shy clouds,
in tasteful breeze, the dumb air, though edible,
does not listen to prayers.
The soil
that keeps the impression of kindness
leaves the impression on
bosom too.
The obedient gait
leaves shadows
on the broken bosom
and draws affection
in the light of evening and
illusory dark writing.
August 1975
[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]
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