My midnight laments will get a hearing
From eons these hopes I am rearing
God will finally listen to my woes
And will guide to right my foes
Love will ultimately nurture to its best
And we the victim's will take a rest
Dark is this night but seeing I am light
Not from my eyes but with hearts sight
the time of parting is tender and hard
Like one gets striked to a hot Iron Rod
I think of Mir and Ghalibs love
began to think they managed it how
I try my best to ooze out the pain
And then think of treading beloveds lane
To speak the right and to speak the pure
Love ache is grave beyond any cure
I rue my heart for realising it late
Now my remedy is only to wait
To wait for the day when God will say
This is your love, the outcome of your pray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am light with heart sight, beautiful