With you no complaint I can make
No reward I am destined to take
A person we have not yet met
If separated, will cause what heartache
We were hardly wishful to keep
living
Though dying we dare not under-take
Something to make our life worth
while
No prospect of any chance at stake
Flower’s scent has been
accounted for
Its own time, though, bud will take
Heart is taken aback by a single
hurt
It is no blister that a prick it cannot take…
Parveen Shakir English Poetry
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How to
step back, we were within some steps of destination
Our oversight was in advert ant, deserving utmost consideration
Our oversight was in advert ant, deserving utmost consideration
My eyes
have lowered looks, my lips are all sealed
More than this, I cannot vouch my own admiration
More than this, I cannot vouch my own admiration
We could
not keep pace with our commitment
We cannot blame the world for their indignation
We cannot blame the world for their indignation
It may
be temple or tavern, candles are incandescent
Our heart is all despondent, we show our desperation
Our heart is all despondent, we show our desperation
A tear
in eye was symbolic of a star in the sky
To discover any galaxy would end in frustration
To discover any galaxy would end in frustration
It is
same confused longing, it is same diffused yearning
No high or low day after day, no differentiation
No high or low day after day, no differentiation
–
Parveen Shakir
There
was this chill in wind, you were also in mind
Heart was ecstatic, tinged with despondency of a kind
This
chat half way through night, this moon full and bright
Along with the mid summer moon, your beauty was defined
Along with the mid summer moon, your beauty was defined
Beloved
was watching me, with a stealthy look
Time at last once stood still, leaving all behind
Time at last once stood still, leaving all behind
Now with
a bit of hindsight, we know it wasn’t easy
When we didn’t find beloved, we were in a bit of a bind
When we didn’t find beloved, we were in a bit of a bind
I was in
search on my beloved, though it was a vain search
My efforts not to besmirch, my longing was undefined
My efforts not to besmirch, my longing was undefined
Evening
breeze, not at ease, is inquiring beloved’s abode
O wafting wind of beloved’s mode, for goodness sake find…
O wafting wind of beloved’s mode, for goodness sake find…
–
Parveen Shakir
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