EMPTY BENCH
A day will come
that I'll forget all this
the severity of the time even
when my heart was rife with pain.
I'll be the white bench
that remains empty
so I may sit on it
and stare into the expanse
where drops of water
like some formless substance wait
to become the apparel of the wind.
( "Khālī Benč," 25) In "Seven Poems from The Far Side of Wonder [via] http://www.urdustudies.com/pdf/22/21AzraPoemsM.pdf