Just Bliss

He treated me chivalrously like I’m fragrance

How can I speak out that he has deserted me

It is but true! It’s disgraceful for pride and me

Whenever deserted and went away from me

What I regard as; he always came back to me

May you be over the moon and calm forever!

May you not undergo loneliness like me, ever!

When he put his hand on my searing forehead

I felt my soul in peace by his touch on forehead

Body aches even now in monsoon rain at night

The longing to stretch out self is more at night
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PERVEEN SHAKIR
kū-ba-kū phail ga.ī baat shanāsā.ī kī

us ne ḳhushbū kī tarah merī pazīrā.ī kī

kaise kah duuñ ki mujhe chhoḌ diyā hai us ne

baat to sach hai magar baat hai rusvā.ī kī

vo kahīñ bhī gayā lauTā to mire paas aayā

bas yahī baat hai achchhī mire harjā.ī kī

terā pahlū tire dil kī tarah ābād rahe

tujh pe guzre na qayāmat shab-e-tanhā.ī kī

us ne jaltī huī peshānī pe jab haath rakhā

ruuh tak aa ga.ī tāsīr masīhā.ī kī

ab bhī barsāt kī rātoñ meñ badan TūTtā hai

jaag uThtī haiñ ajab ḳhvāhisheñ añgḌā.ī kī