Friday, 23 December 2011

Tell Amna Komal

Tell him
Tell him to come as the weather is lovely

Tell him there's no excuse for staying away
tell him that the streets seem deserted without him

tell him that the rose buds have now wilted in the vase
tell him that the birds have flown back to their nests

tell him that I have lit oil lamps at my home for him
tell him not to think of my love as a game

tell him it's not enough to meet only in dreams
tell him that a sadness prevails over the moon and the stars

tell him how can I blame spring
tell him that the messenger does'nt bring any message from him

tell him i cannot be at rest even for a moment
tell him to return home before eve

As I have written his name
Before mine...

~ Amna Komal

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