Night has enveloped, to give me some relief,
Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief.
Where blood quenches the thirst,
Disloyalty is faith last and first,
Is the religion my beloved belongs to.
I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand.
Let me take her by the hand.
Heard of her about sorcery.
Her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb,
From just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila.
My nights worthless, body breathless,
Every moment, feeling restless.
Be silent and hear, hear me, my cries,
Don’t forget the promise you swore,
I have lost my childhood over you.
Don’t know, how these years left me alone,
Sufferings, separation, theft me alone.
I never knew how pain excrutiates.
Sometimes, I enlivened you my dear,
Love is a blessing, and not a fear.
In a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn.
Glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn.
I gaze from a window in Kashmir,
For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing.
In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying.