Author Vikram Seth Last night your faded memory came to me As in the wilderness spring comes quietly, As, slowly, in the desert moves thew breeze, As to a sick man, without cause, comes peace [Original: Urdu, Translated by: Faiz Ahmed Faiz] Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments