Your Voice! I Know, Is Not For My Ears Poem by Nayyar Afaq

While quietness of solitude conquers me,
A lost yearning,
Tweaks a string of violin at my ears;
Yearning to hear your voice.
Yearning to earn rejoice.
Yearning, which makes my heart burning,
Burning like a flame.
Memories pass through my eyes,
Tears by tears,
Moment by moment,
Frame by frame.

While quietness of solitude conquers me,
Silence cries,
Echoes your name.
And it feels,
Like,
I have lost my way in thick forest of voices.
(A thick forest of voices,
in which there is not even a single tree,
having words of tenderness, embedded on its stem, for me)
All around me is a carnival of thousands of tones.
Mute them.
These are hitting my eardrum like stones.

While quietness of solitude conquers me,
I wish only to hear you.
(And no one else)
But your voice,
Ah! I know, is not for my ears.
Still the violin, grief-stricken on your silence is mine.
And I have no other choice,
But to compose a rendition.

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