A Humble Plea Poem by AFFAQ NABI

A humble plea, if you'll lend me your tender-ear,
Whether you love or spurn, it brings no pain,
For I, in love with you, hold nothing dear.
If you'll not have us, still don't count us strange,
To death none can deny, oh see, still we strive
To dwell, though fortune's winds may change,
And if it fails, it fails, what purpose is this life?
No blame I do place—-nor fault I bestow,
But ask you this, with all my heart and mind,
Look, we melt away, though not in one glow,
Our candles burn, yet peace we fail to find.
Whether you love or spurn, we still remain,
Among your lovers, bound by passion's chain.