Chains of voice! Engr Dr Naila Hina

Each voice has its own talisman,

More or less, good or bad

Some sound like snakes, 

Like chains

Embraces the whole being,

Spread around and absorb

And one gets imprisoned

In these chains

One wants to keep hearing 

That voice, more and more

Seeks imprisonment

But then the Hour comes,

When that voice is silent

To imprison

Someone else in its chains

Go round the talisman!

This silence is very scary, 

very strange

Don't ask about the desolation

Of this desolate moment

Intoxicating wine,

Breaks into its hangover

The subtlety of the word love

It takes a while to decipher 

It beats with the heartbeat 

And the rhythm of the breath

Wants to be the echo of that voice

But that sound doesn't come,

The silence becomes deeper

The whistles begin to sound,

The fire starts to burn

The forehead is burning

And bangles are worn for no reason

The woman begins to Beautify herself 

And when the sixteen ornaments are completed

So she thinks that now that voice will definitely come.

The bride has to look her best during

 this time, because of intensity 

more than anything else.

And even after a long wait

If the silence is maintained

 then comes the storm ... 

One bracelet breaks after the other 

And the wrists start getting injured

 with their own hands.

The bride grows depressed,

Disintegrates and the wound

Of loneliness begins to flow 

from the body into the blood,

What about the tearing of hair 

And hysterics from the lips

Even if she lays in silence,

Even then the blood continues to 

Flow. Blood of hope and trust,

Blood of self-respect and honor 

And the sound of the same blood,

Breaks the spell of these chains!