What Makes Me Go On

Ask me not what makes me go on
To the rocky ridges and valleys beyond

For the sake of the sweet smell of pine
I trek along the mountain’s spine

From the mountain’s top to the meadow’s lake
For flowers wild my fingers ache

My life as if hung on a line
Drunk I am with streams alpine

I know not if I am in pain
With open arms I embrace the rain

I’ve slept under the stars and trees
In the moonlit sky bent on my knees

For what? I do not know I pray
Tearful yet my eyes betray

To loose the feel and sense of time
To be a mere walking shrine

To blend along the colorless wind
Ah! No I don’t belong to Sindh

So ask me not what makes me go on
A broken heart or feelings torn