When In Was There Poem by Buhroo Muzzafar

Sometimes, I used to think of you in prison, And tears utter what I feel and think of you; O, beloved thine (Haaba) maketh me feel of How soul is prisoned in evil body. Everyone was laughing at me, for nothing.Still you were smiling at me, for everything; In every cry, in every Tear, thou came close to me; in every pain, They adore my pain, And you cried like it was thine pain; when in slept thou came in my dreams and utter in my ears; your pain is my pain, your smile is my smile.