When she sows virtue in my heart,
My Self wakes within.Then it happens;
By veiling herself from my sight,
wanders in the darkness of my heart.
...
Uproar of bullets and pellets
Have ailed the vale.
Hazy smoke of the legion
Carried the Sun away.
...
The divine death plucked savagely
the bud of Zehra. The flower of sky.
Fragrance of the flower woefully
From Medina to Karbala, did fly.
...
Zakir Hussain Haidary is a 24 years old science graduate and is now studying English Literature at Banaras Hindu University Uttar Pradesh India.)
A Voice
When she sows virtue in my heart,
My Self wakes within.Then it happens;
By veiling herself from my sight,
wanders in the darkness of my heart.
Then gleams my existence evermore.
Her voice echoes, 'I am your love
Murmuring from your heart's cove'.
O' love! To handle the business of love
free your heart from the waves of wrath.
Spread your hands for friendship my love.
You be Farhat then, and the world Shirin.
That affinity faded, when I wide awake!
Tumbled like tear, from that demonic eye.
My heart's wealth singed, when she beguiled.
Like a withered corolla, into dust I shattered.