I had dreamt–as often
Dreams do come true–
Of falling in love with you,
Of losing my being
To be in union with you
I saw the day the sundry folks
Were in queues,
Waiting upon you, save me
Looking through a glass mirror,
Reflecting the residue.
I was happy for the day.
Now and then I refrained,
But you advanced as I feared,
Abandonment.
Yet I was happy,
For you were happy,
That being my world.
Now I am old.
Old as a meek sparrow
As a wave gently passing by.
Yet you left,
Alone,
Refused to take me.
Not a word of coming back,
What a world have you left to me
For a world so strange and eternal?
_____Muhammad Shahab.
Shahabistan 