The Peddler: Poem by Naqeeb Ur-e-Rehman
The Peddler: English Poem by Naqeeb Ur-e-Rehman [Year 2 – Arts]
The night grows
Cold flowers on my body,
Till she touches my restless heart
With her frosty hands of whitewash.
Latter, the morning lays drunk
In the street,
Unable to take away
The dark influence of the night from itself.
While out of the fog
That a city breaths out,
There comes a peddler, hawking,
As if he wants
To sell you the fragments
Of his broken dream.
