Birds without tree!

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)