Gone are the days when prime formative existing raged for my sweet home,
Lightening burnt my sweet dwell to ashes with no residual traces syndrome;
Luck rendered me homeless in the garb of goddess no shadow refuge shelter,
Running from pillar to post amid a drop of stream to quench twinge in amber;
Extinction as pebble thrown at me till death for loving “Home” and “Virtuous,”
Earlier as known “Nimmi” and later “Batool” respectively, free from boisterous;
Dumb nascent love lingered on with my blanket consent, backfired with delete,
How dare! Utter my love at lowest ebb to sky dweller elite in capacity as deplete;
Preacher of social norm and non believer of religion mesmerized me to an idolize,
Reaching fifty, hundred fifty and two hundreds life span shall not love subsidize;
Complicated to understand female shallow what to imagine in depth psychology,
Never am I akin to bundle of lies and breach of promises and sordid diplomacy;
When goddess realizes the pang true love, Zaffar shall not be traceable in horizon,
Enfluxed in doomsday after humankind is vanished due to exhaust of bludgeon;
Why one remains restless with no contentment satiety of festering internal core,
Where composedness enshrouded the open sack of one’s distressed sin uproar;
Grievances multiply multidimensional rotten maim but reside burn up covertly,
One does not resolve oneself, ought to taken in the Court of Lord panging overtly.
drzsmbukhari 