The Beloved’s absence kills Inch by inch and the soul suffers bit by bit, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
My hand moved to call her.
I rushed from the busy world.
I rubbed my blurred eyes…
But forget it.
I danced witnessing her mirage.
I enjoyed her face in sleep.
I jumped in my dream…
But forget it.
I held the pillow
Close to heart.
I held my breath…
But forget it.
Hey compassionate Shirin!
Your Farhad is in pain!
Hey passionate Leila!
Majnun’s gone pale, ah!
Your absence kills me—
Inch by inch.
My soul suffers—
Bit by bit.
My senses shatter—
One by one.
If not by your presence,
Heal me by means else!
Jaihoon untied his bonded sorrows—
For her to know.
But for now…
Forget it!
July 05th 2006. Edit March 2024