I walk alone this lonely street,
I took a trip to lovers-point feat.
Holding hands with lovely face,
They were in Relation which was not Alive.
By looking at the people around, I wonder sometime,
where our Culture has lost, Where that Time has Gone?
when Love was a symbol of Purity, when a word Innocence(masumiyat) was really in existence.
when a Promise was more then a Commitment & a commitment was more then a life.
Is there no light in their Heart or have they become blind?
Coz they break each others Heart, like castle of card.
Break up & patch up is casual for them,
Then where the term Love comes in game.
Many years they lived together & just Broke up one day,
Next day they found together saying “Now we are just good friends”.
By looking at the couples around, I wonders sometime,
Why the beauty of True Love has declined …
Time has changed, we changed our life,
People has Moved on, with practical life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem