Game of Chess: Part II
For Those Dark Eyes and Zafraan Face
You think you know this game
You think you know it well
Ask yourself in the dead of the night
Was it not the Sheraab that once sent you to hell?
And still she comes back to you
You try hard, but her beauty you can’t resist
You’re powerless; She’s a Noor-E-Shama
She comes and leaves with the morning mist
She treats you as she fancies
You’re a pawn in her game of complete madness
But you no longer seem to argue
Your life is already in too much mess
Asrar, you’ve been sipping the Sheraab for too long
The Kings and Queens no longer tell you their saga
As time moves on, you come to realise
You’ve confronted a much more devastating neshaa!
-- Somewhere, sometime in England
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