Along the roads of silence

Up on the hill,
On the farthest isle,
Along the roads of silence,
It was so still,
That I,
Met an I.

Who are you?
Don't you see!
I am ever you!
But, I know you not.
O, you don't care,
You only see,
And are not aware.

All right! All right!
Don't fret and fume,
Maybe! we assume;
The night is day,
And we are the spray,
Of the same wave,
In the eternal sea,
But why do you keep away,
From me.

Look for me!
I am not far away,
Don't be afraid,
You are the sheath,
I am the blade,
You are the bank,
I am the river,
So close, yet so far.
Why don't you understand!
We are of the same strand,
We are together,
We are apart,
We are near,
As beats of the heart.

M. Yusuf Abbasi
Published - November - The Nation

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