Urdu Poetry

Love is lost and forgotten
in the abyss of melancholy
wandering my bruised soul

Come, through the veils of night
my love, sing to my soul
a song of love and comfort

But before that, she checks to make sure her children
Aren 't spending too much time with Technology.

Each day the boys look more and more like their father.

The father who likes her nails painted and her toes done,
The one who likes her hair soft, bouncy and curly,
Her man who cringes when she gains a pound,

He will be home soon to assess high expectations.
Lost Beloved will bestow a peck on the cheek.
Later, other pleasures without passion, he might seek.

Until then, she is expected to keep the children quiet.

All tasks have been completed and everyone's asleep.
The sun has long since succumb to the darkness of night.
The children silently sleep and their father snores.
She lies on her back, staring and conversing with the ceiling,
Wondering about tomorrow and whether she will still feel lonely.

Words and presence make the incense
forget the differences for ever
let’s unite for the rest of life
and worship at the altar of love