Game of Chess: Part VII

Game of Chess: Part VII
For Faiz who said, poetry is the loss of the beloved

The man is singing his Rhythm and Blues
The notes are in groups of five
All the people in the Restaurant are bewildered
I wonder if tonight, we’ll all survive

The whole café is listening to the man
You can feel emotions flow from his heart
Even the girls gaze, forgetting their lovers
You can’t describe, Khoda where can you start?

All the lonely hearts who come to congregate
Listen to the man singing, simply amaz’d
Their Bourbons, their Single Malts, and their Rum
Stop, for tonight even the Sheraab is shell’d

Even after all this charade, Asrar
You can see the man’s weak spot
Those five notes speak only of his darling
Who is now, forever lost

-- Somewhere, sometime in England