“Shahr-e-Khamoshan” strange term!
It is a city with no noise
No streets, no Mohallas—the sectors
No market, no offices
There are nameplates and epitaphs
But you cannot call anyone and meet
There are trees, wild plants
And dogs and birds
All are waiting: When are you leaving?
You are stranger there
Till you do not die!
Author’s Note:
*“Shahr-e-Khamoshan” is an Urdu and Persian term that means “The city of silent ones” It particularly dedicated to a cemetery or graveyard. This term is commonly used in Urdu and Persian poetry.
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Nicely written, Fly.