The long walks along the green meadows of Wastorwan ...
The long spiel of old man at sward..
The blooming tulips at foothills of Zabarwan
My soul forage whereabouts???
The days catching the stars along the Empyrean ...
The days making clay castles
My soul forage Whereabouts ???
The flames of hot Nunchai,
From the Konforka of Samovar,
Once laden on the old woman's Head
ALL NOW BURIED AND DEAD!!!!!
The Whizz after butterflies,
The chords of Gazals,
No more Heart Enthrall,
As all dark and grey !!
Still Here I Lay !!!!
Still Here I Lay !!!!
In the country of Dead
Where everything seems Red
Where everything seems Red

The sunset today was clear and nostalgic
Accompanied by,
The fragrances of exultant days;
When I used to savour it's beauty
In the salubrious environs of "Dal lake".
When my lassitude was incised by;
The sharp blades of tender grass
Surrounding the soothing fountains
In the lush green parks of  "Nishat garden".
When the unruffled splashes of  breeze
Coming from the dense deodars,
Nailed on the chest of "Zabarwan",
Purged my soul of its exertion.
Then arrived that ugly moment,
When the shine of a beautiful face
Crushed my reason to guided my steps
Into the kingdom of tyrannical love.
The sanative breezes were replaced by
The howling of unruly storm
Which ferried with it the messages of
Butchering days and desolate nights.
Oh the last shades of sulked sun!
Will you rise again on my horizon?
I am now holding my last breath
To meet my life one more time.

© Badee Uz Zaman