ਗੁਲਾਬੀ-ਲਾਲ
Today I have erased my house number And from the forehead of the street, rubbed its name The direction of every road Its name I have wiped But if you have a compelling reason to find me Then go and knock on every door in every country, in every city, in every street And look This is a curse, this is a blessing And, wherever an independent spirit Can be glimpsed ….. understand that is my house. My Address Translation by Priyanka Trehan in DoubleSpeak Mag Today I implore Waris Shah to speak up from his grave and turn over a page of the Book of Love. When a daughter of the fabled Punjab wept he gave tongue to her silent grief. Today a million daughters weep but where is Waris Shah to give voice to their woes ? Arise, O friend of the distressed ! See the plight of your Punjab. Corpses He strewn in the pastures and the Chenab has turned crimson. Someone has poured poison into the waters of the fi...