Shiv Kumar Batalvi Poems

You left,
And grief cast its pall over me.
My pain condensed into a dropp
And rose into my eye.
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Why ask about the condition of fakirs like us?
We are water, separated from its river,
Emerged from a tear,
Melancholy, distressed.
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If I walk on a moonlit night,
My shadow walks beside me,
O my life.
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Listen, mother,
My songs are eyes
Stinging with grains of separation.
In the middle of the night,
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I wish that I could be a bird
That I could fly, that I could sing,
That I could touch untouchable peaks,
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Say a word, say something
O my dark beloved!
Stir spring into my life!
O my dark beloved!
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Either this sorrowful night is long
Or my songs are interminable.
This dreadful night does not end,
Nor do my songs cease.
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I will give you the grain of tears,
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
O, tender of the fire.
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I catch butterflies,
I catch butterflies.
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It has been a while
Since my self became displeased with me
And left.
What remains with me
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