Ghazal

Ghazal

Garden fresh, a few sighs bigger than my size raised their heads under the balcony

For now to console this edifice came a few dead threads under the balcony

Up in the vast, a minuscule of me only roams round the misty minarets  
No more gemstone found at bays with fragmented old palms weds under the balcony

The daring disc of mighty silence has but well spread its twinkling tears allover
Inviting the forgotten bards of yore on bony beds under the balcony

The rainbow on the chiseled cheeks of the forlorn mothers rise no more from the east
Yet the sacred hope like a fawn in lonely lawn pretends under the balcony

Calm is night, so is darkness like a freshly corpse in the grave after razors fail
To bring his compromised malignant mass for jolly kids under the balcony

Why now that old massive might of the Chinar at the road end attracts none save me
Ah! it in a state of empathy all its burden sheds under the balcony

Go slow, hold on, even seal the lids of boxes for after decades together
A freshly discovered wandering wish by mere chance strides under the balcony.