By Aejaz Mehboobi
Man must make run the ‘errands’
To get rid off the noise that invades
Shocking nights and knocking brains
A gentle caress with feeble hands
Is like schizophrenic! O’Lord beside me
the heart that weep like rains
Out of Eden, all that shines, fades
World, an Imposter? like the ‘mirage’
I almost wish i could live but for ever
In this world of chains
For me it’s more than Shangri-la
Virgins and servants and fountains that contains
Atleast i could feel YOU or shed
a tear of pains.
O’ Lord, tell me that you love me
whisper, that we both are twains.
Set me forward like a weather vane
To pass beyond the waves full of
aches and pains.