An Epitaph Of A Collective Grave

Human race,
On soggy lath of its fate,
Writes suicide.
The window of my eye,
Opens to the future.

For the lap of my Earth,
An epitaph of a collective grave
Is being written;
On the head-side of which
A dried lamp is looking to the way
For mustard of its own share.

(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)