The Pakistani Spectator

“Time has teasingly taunted again; by snatching vision from my sight

Though I never had the opium of your interaction but still; my desire to wish and wizard you in isolation remained my infatuation.

For so many year I kept myself in isolation; refraining my self from the essence of your lovely soul and seal but yet,

The stubborn breach of destiny reacted only; at the last verge, as varnish

Though I touched you in my mind but; my soul could not feel the warmth of your spirit

Why is it that you neglected my desire just for few moments of your especial console?

Why is it that your negligence declared my passion as worthless?

Though you are out of my sight in attendance, but still

My desire for you could not console my crave;

Let me say today; that I miss your presence though; you were never around me

Let me say that, I was never around you; but you were never away from me

Let me say and admit that I watched you in your moods; though your mind could never reach my sight.

Let me say that I loved you like cupid of love, though you never felt it as my obsession

Let me say that I deserve to be treated the very same way as you treated me since;

I am a conviction of my own confession, for my infatuation as passion and love, with a lady, who is no more around me.