Scarlet of the dancing girl
is about to set off,
Jesus! Why don’t you wake up in
me?
A river that has curve at
daunting peaks,
Will submerge one day with
heavens at the Sea.
O love, your venom is a fogy
mystery,
That always insurrects the
hamlet of the Jogi.
They say, storms always divert
doves to the stranger lands;
Forgetting that winds happen to
be colorless,
And sky always courteous to
birds without tree!
(By Zulfiqar Shah)