Bewitching was the night,
And resplendent its favour
It brought me your sculpture,
In my midnight's dream.

My  Aphrodite! you looked,
Brighter than the moon
As you brushed the tresses ,
Away from your face.

Witching were the effects,
Of your aberrant  presence
My soul offered an ablution,
With the wafts of tranquility.

The serenity soon vanished,
When I asked for your hand
But you offered me a look,
Of an infuriated goddess.

My dreamland got stained,
With the colours of gloom
Divine was your clemency
And insolent my infidelity.

I should never have dared,
To beseech your hand
Into the cursed realm of
My unending ignominy.

©Badee Uz Zaman