Khalid Hamid Changal
Tonight By Agha Shahid
Tonight Where are you now?
Who lies beneath your spell tonight? Whom else from rapture’s road will you expel tonight?
Those “Fabrics of Cashmere–“ ”to make Me beautiful–“ “Trinket”– to gem– “Me to adorn– How– tell”– tonight?
I beg for haven: Prisons, let open your gates– A refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight.
God’s vintage loneliness has turned to vinegar– All the archangels– their wings frozen– fell tonight.
Lord, cried out the idols, Don’t let us be broken Only we can convert