"Someone, O my gloomy heart, seems to come again......
No, there is nothing so;
Must be just a passerby,
Somewhere else to go.
Carrying along the dust of stars,
The night has passed away,
The drowsy candles in the chambers
have begun to sway,
Weary with a long wait,
Every path has slept,
Over all the foot prints,
An alien dust has crept.
Let me put the candles out,
And clear the board,
That tonight I laid with chalice, flagon, wine.
My sleepless doors now I must lock,
As no one now will come to knock,
As no one now will come to knock.
Poet: Faiz Ahmad
Translator: Associate professor Rashad Butt
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He was sitting in front of his desk studying some papers. His pink lips were tightly pursed, making his chiseled jaw more visible. His tie was loosened around his neck, white shirt sleeves were folded high. The navy blue coat was spread over the back of the chair.
It was a hot afternoon, but the AC in the room was making it pleasant.
The glass door suddenly opened and someone entered diverting his attention from papers.
"How are you, friend .....I'm sorry, I've got an important job today, so got late" Tabriz said to him frankly grabbing the chair opposite to him.
"Bring it up," Hisham said three words with seriousness.
Silence filled the room again. He, who was flipping the pages noticed it surprisingly. Tabriz was never a quite person.
"Everything alright?" He asked synchronously.
"She really has grown up yar! A couple of years back, she was a little girl with piggy tails, and now she's a complete woman, attending the college." Tabriz said thoughtfully. His eyes were fixed on the photo frame placed on the right side of table .
He had known that family since childhood. Tabriz was his best buddy forever. He loved her like his own sister.
"Yeah, but she still likes to act like a baby. " He smiled for millionth of a second but the aching in his heart mad his attempt fail. Tabriz was unable to notice that.
"You pampered her too much, but she really needs to get along with/without you all, so you did the right thing at that time." Tabriz tried to comfort him.
He placed the papers on the table and put 'Her' pic in the drawer, paying a little glance. He didn't like to discuss it further. Tabriz got the message, clearing his voice he changed the topic.
"--- J Groups came to say that they have received a call from Ehsan and yes they have approved our design and they are ready to work on it."
His nerves calmed down and relaxed.
"That's Great! Get the team together to have a meeting, I'm coming in half an hour. I've to wrap it all up." He pointed to the papers scattered on the table.
He left the office smiling and shaking his head. Instead of folding the files, he bent over the table and opened the drawer and took out the frame.
Seeing the picture of the little girl in the frame, he turned around and took a deep breath. His back was turned towards the door. His seriousness was now taken by tenderness and love.
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