I am wandering like a tramp
Days of my life been scattered
O my love, if you think of me a little!
‘Tis my blessing, I am happy
Thy eyes I never forget
Yet, can forget my self
I feel something great
Whenever I see your sight
O my Sassuie, your my breathe!
If yet thee believe, I’m your slave
When in unconscious you sigh
I’d feel as if my breath gone high
Thy eyes compared to Koh-i-noor
And thy look like Juliet of Shakespeare.
~Saleem Raza Jakhar