Be Near Me
My assassin, my lover,
Be near me
When the night passes on
Drunk on the blood of
skies,
When the dark night
passes on
Like a sword sheathed in
the diamonds of stars
Be near me.
When it laments, laughs
and sings and passes on
With it’s anklets ringing
with grief
Be near me .
When the longings drown
in heart
Look for the assassin's
knife hidden in hand in his
sleeves.Be near me .
And when the children
sob
Like the pouring sounds of
wine
And are soothed by
nothing,
When no sweet-talk
holds,
Everything stands still,
The dark night passes on
mourning silently,
My assassin, my lover, be
near me.
~ Faiz Ahmed Faiz |
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