I have a deep desire that we converse
But we don’t, so I ask the universe
To send songs, if not a specific verse
To convey to me your unsaid words.
Please, beloved, now it’s getting too late.
Don’t make me think that you don’t like me but hate.
What have I done so bad that you continue to berate
Me by staying in your silent state?
My heart, please talk to me.
Your absence makes me feel uneasy.
Your pain shoots in me a sharp pining
Like someone cut me through a sword of silver shining.
While writing this poem, I am singing ‘Ranjish Hi Sahi.’