My heart is a mess, this much I know
No words to be found as such, I know
There is but shame to survive the pain
A pinch of a nerve, a touch I know
Don't kill the man for beauty's sake, love
Your eyes will long for that, much, I know
Give life its death and live tonight
Dreams are no match for how much I know
Ill-gotten are all your woes, that's true
When fate arrives that's your crutch, I know
A name, not a feeble sigh, Aslam,
Is what's yours but not to touch, I know
(This is in the form of a ghazal.)
