Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

Rookie (03/03/1934 / Near Masjid Amin Saheb, Lal Bagh, Moradabad, Uttar Pradesh, India)

Come In My Dream I Beg No More - Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

Come in my dream, I beg, no more;
For your vision makes my heart sore.
It reminds me of the days past;
I thought then they would ever last.

I loved you mutely and truly,
But often become unruly.
That love smoulders in my heart,
And it seems will never depart.

Dead are the moments I met you;
For me you kept on waiting too.
A sort of sensuous fragrance
I smelt often in your presence.

How wondrously you sang a song,
Being rapt, in your passions strong!
It gave me an inclination
To sings songs in my own fashion.

You oft prepared tea or coffee,
And served me so courteously.
What a taste it had and flavour
Mingled with your love and favour!

When you were nigh, I gazed at you;
With confidence I used to woo.
Those who got the scent were jealous
Of us and often made a fuss.

Come in my dream, I beg, no more;
For your vision makes my heart sore.
It reminds me of your fair form,
When I observed no rules or norm.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011



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