The Tidings Poem by Shahid shafi

Shed the light on the night
Fade the tears far away bright
All of us could be one, but both of us could a part
Love to all, but gain to none.
The eternal love of ours shall not shun
Bread of ours had taken away
We shall stay, till the green hay
The marks of woe, let never play
The nature has moulded the clay
Shut! Shut! The door, I don't want any more
Surroundings are dead and night cast its spell
Let me in or you will not spread dwell
You are not mine, let me keep given by thine
Oh! Nature let my love nurture
The reflection of mine is fading away
Are our will is still brown hay.