In Love With Her, The Mistress In Love (In Love With A Burkhawalli) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

On the platform
Saw I her
My mistress going
Like a shadow
Following,
She walking the footbridge,
Going past,
Coming down the steps,
The mistress
In the black gown
Seeing with a cursory glance,
Lustrous eyes meeting
Like two thirsty souls,
Two bleeding hearts
With tinge of pain
In their hearts,
Burning sighs,
Sighing sobs
And I dreaming about,
She coming as a dream to me,
I thinking of a qawwali,
A shayari shared
She whispering into
My ears
And I as a photograph
Making a portrait,
A portrait of hers,
The portrait,
The portrait of a lady
As a young woman.