Beyond The Pale Poem by Abrar Ajaz Wani

The sun too felt pity-cold,
Of emotions and connections,
Nothing to say or going beyond?
He has lost every clue of his way,
Straying in the nights of winter,
Alas! For the lover of your shade,
Find nothing to shelter here,
But beyond your soft veil of speech.
Raising are the misfortunes,
Here, heading are the calamities,
From everywhere, now and then,
He is being hit with trauma.
The matter has now gone,
And I say ‘beyond the pale'.
Oh For the heaven's sake,
How can ye see fading spring?
And a punishment to the mad?
You can do anything un-natural,
So do what you can do to behold it,
O Love, stop the approaching autumn,
I once loved dawn of moon, here.
Or Be-here with me, to be-hold it,
Then least I can cherish,
The thoughts of previous night
And of ‘Beyond the pale'.