Love With A Young Muslim Girl Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I cannot say
Who she is,
What her identity,
Where she is from,
Come someday
When I shall reveal it to you
Who the coy mistress of mine,
Walking as my shadow
Following me,
My genius
Haunting me,
Humming Sufiana Sangeet,
Quawwalis,
My shayari
And shayarana andaz,
She coming to as a Ghazal
And I feeling the pain of love
Slowly and sadly,
I making a portrait,
The portrait of an artist
As a young woman,
I walking past the streets
With my Burquawalli
The young maiden
Whom like I very much,
Love I very much,
She my theatre girl
I raising the curtain
To view the persona,
I window-viewing,
Peeping her
To see
The heroine,
Actress of my life,
She the heroine
Of the drama of my life