Khan imran from Tral
When I look at the moon,
Through the window,
It reminds me of her words! “Look at the moon and find me somewhere ,hold my feeble hand and we will walk together in the dead of the night”
I weep silently in the pitch
until my pillow falls wet……….
What could be more blue and lonely than this?
How long shall I driblet my tears silently?
A stream of tears jauntily
escaping the eyes!
How can my tears reach her
And how will I intone to her the tales of woe?