By wellknown Pakistani Poet Hasan Rizvi
This night of separation is helplessness, step by step sadness
No one could support me, my regrets are smoke smoke
Did my dreams slip away from me?
I am sad home atmosphere
Do not give me any consolation
This dusty atmosphere is the grave of the dead
I am the flower that did not bloom, where is the faith in my life?
Let the storms of such pain destroy my heart
My signs are extinguished in this ashes
It is like this with you, we will never be able to contact each other
Your body is these senses, the atmosphere, these winds, our fingers
Hasan is in such a situation that he will take me too
I will spend my life there where my friend will come
