The Wine Glass
Pray, who are you to deprive me of my ruby red?
Telling others, you now tell me not to touch the red?
Civilisations have come and civilisations have gone
But nobody, nobody listened to what the Dervishes said
You ask me of my sadness, the causes of my pain
Did you know you're blind, there is no colour to the dead!
You want to know if I'm lonely, indeed truly sorrowful?
Mine has been a life where even vultures fear to tread
This heart is full of secrets locked up in a deserted land
It's forgotten the beauty of Khayyam, Nazrul and Faiz Ahmed
Your perfume reminds me of the Ghazals that echo from yesterday
A time when light and darkness knew only how to wed
Leave me alone, Please, go away to some other tonight
Let me drown in my endless sorrow and sleep in my bed
Silence has been my weapon, the Great Couplets my friend
Don't make me sing again and want to know the X, Y, and Zed
Asrar, was this another mirage, or truly the first rays of dawn?
Look, the wine glass has lost its colour; it's no longer red!
-- Somewhere, sometime in complete madness
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