You know what?
The misty fret is coming,
The calm rejoice ended
With you has lost the meaning,
The worldly soothing life.

You know what?
The glee attempted so far
Is crying and reproaching
That which is almost here,
With omens of some ending.

You know what?
The heart was flower peaceful,
Did turn into a pigeon–
Uncaged and unfettered,
Thus fled from dearie bosom—

When you conveyed the meaning
Of foggy day and evening,
My being just then departed,
Now I am flesh and bony.

Yet I may not forget to
Stay and live and inhale,
But colors of my life
Will fade away exactly.

You know what?
The taste of earthly pleasures
Will die away from inward
And restlessness will hover
By keeping me in view.

You know what?
I won’t ever fly then
My wings are your presence
Stay and let me fly high
Or leave and cut my feathers.

@alnaveedahmad