The most exquisite symbol that I could give,
“A teardrop on the cheek of time”. This tomb
Of my heart white walls of marble enclose.
Nothing matters. Even if the people suffer,
Their blood will stain the Makrana stone;
Unclean, no longer pure. My love rests
With your moldering body forever. Only
Our youthful memories keep me until
I lie with you, again, Mumtaz.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
The most exquisite symbol that I could give,
“A teardrop on the cheek of time”. This tomb
Of my heart white walls of marble enclose.
Nothing matters. Even if the people suffer,
Their blood will stain the Makrana stone;
Unclean, no longer pure. My love rests
With your moldering body forever. Only
Our youthful memories keep me until
I lie with you, again, Mumtaz.
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