Without Dating A Muslim Girl, Poetry Will Not Come To Me Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Without dating her,
A Muslim girl
Miss Khatun,
I know it
Poetry,
Poetry will not
Come me
Without dating
A Muslim girl.

I shall round her streets
For ishqua,
I shall round
For her,
A Muslim girl
Seeing me,
Dekho magar pyaar she,
Seeing me
A stranger
Through her veil
Nikab or hijab.

Dekho magar she,
Mohabat she,
Burquawalli ko,
And after seeing her,
Viewing her
Wanting to bring her home,
A burquawalli,
Totally in the veil,
Blackly veil
From top to bottom.

She calling me,
Gesturing
To come,
Greeting
And welcoming me
And smiling
From the latticed clothing,
I peeping into the inside
Her dark beautiful eyes,
Telling my meeting with a burquawalli.

My love,
Burquawalli my love,
Hidden love,
Dekho magar she
Aashiqui ke liye,
Her eyes,
Her would be face,
And burquawalli smiling,
Wherever she going,
I following her
And wherever I
She following me.

Like a shadow,
A walking shadow,
My shadow,
Her shadow
Falling,
A ghost
She after
Me
And I going,
She following me,
She going,
I following her.