by Shahida Latif
Who peeps into through the broken windows?
Who faltering advances adorning lamps of tears?
Whose lashes luster with the gleamy glassy pearls?
Who pants lying prostrate at the sill of the door?
Isn’t he the same partner, companion who scorned,
And falsely vowed thousand of times to be faithful?
Ah! One day he shattered the palace of my dreams,
Went away leaving behind in the furnace of pangs.
I tried hard to wash, erase the prints of memories,
And wished to see the deserted garden in spring tide,
To extinguished bonfire of the tormenting memories,
And illuminate the lamps in the darkness of chaos.
The lamp of conscience still burns waiting since long,
Makes me feel the desertedness of the valley of heart,
The knocks of hostile yet sweet memories, oh! Friend,
Tormented, raked my injuries before you returned.
Last updated June 24, 2011