Lo! I am in preparation
My left hand scrolls verse
My right a cup of wine
I am no more making verdicts
The delicacy of nature
Abounds to extant
Keep the cup away
And the beloved no more
On my fate angels now ponder
Where he belongs to?
And from where returneth?
Alone alone!
The dark sweet mists of love
So the horizon is silver
This night
I said good bye to the Groove
As I went on to engage
Myself with its past
And the one who shall possess it
After me
Some trees grow strange flowers
As some plants creep on them
I hold some roses
In my hands as memories
I had some wishes come true
I had some sighs
Mixed with wine
I had all the abundance
I had all the beauty of the world
(On my last day in the Groove)
Islamabad
Jan 6,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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