THE HUNTER ( kayakalap)

The stories of laddan miyan, a famous Hunter of his time

and expert in shooting of swaying birds and running blue-cows, 

had become history of the town.

His courage-increasing stories for cowards were repeated in sittings. 

Attribute of friends had made him legend in his life time.

On break of day, having slung the gun on his shoulder 

he often setout for prey.....

He loved hunting but this hobby ruined him.

It was Friday...... Laddan miyan was hitting on his game. 

He found a herd of blue-cows and fired. 

By luck a blue-cow fell down on spot. He swelled his chest on 

his success and went near the prey. He saw a wounded blue-cow 

was writhing on the ground, milk was flowing from strips 

and her calf was licking the milk. 

This tragedy made his soul injured.....He turned into a drop of tear .

He left hunting on the same day. Giving up all enjoyments he sat down
inside  himsef , like a saint.

Now, behind red lids, his eyes keep gazing afar the sky. 

Since years the same scene is frozen on his gray eye balls.

''A wounded blue-cow is writhing 

on the ground milk is flowing from 

strips and her calf is licking the milk''.

Written By- Parveen Qamar (in urdu)

Translated By- Timsal Qamar (son)