In those beguile eyes, I see a cavernous Ghazal
of an unsought and a woeful tryst.
Her mind does show some Amal
yet it remains covered in her past\'s mist.
Every line of this Ghazal bleeds sorrow
like dewdrops in the morning bloom
vapourizing into the sky of the warm morrow.
O her eyes appear to be an epitome of gloom.
I observe those tears of pain
On the shores of her eyes.
I wonder how she does them sustain,
Painted in the perfidious dyes
Tears of severance hover over every word
in this Ghazal of unsung minstrelsy
and the doleful melodies that went unheard.
She seems a commix of tragedy and love\'s fantasy.
I look up to the skies, to the Heaven
Wanting to fill her barren with my love.
O Maiden! The Tempest of Dubiety will leaven
to meet you in this world and the one above.
The morrow of pain that life is giving to thee,
in the sighs and those extremely dear tears
Will also remold to that day\'s evening of glee
to bless us and embellish our future years.