The Sun Went Down
by Rizwan Ahmed Memon
Oh, the sun went down—
The birds came back to their nests,
But I see no portent of your
arrival.
Oh, my heart cries again—
My tears fall again.
Each day I see your way—
But you appear form nowhere.
Oh, the ringing bells around the necks
of the cows
Tell that the end of the day has
come—
But our separation from one another
still continues.
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