Innocence knocked

Innocence knocked on these ill fated doorsteps

There lie a cry inside my corset

A snarl surrounded by a string quartet

And I forfeit

He rest not a jasmine

Stance in wry

Black satin

Vermilion veil forsaken to pacify

Slipping palms of earthly soil

Shrieks of theft, say NAY!

Iblees incites who to foil?

Zalimun! Her nafs hisses as it lay

Ek Khaali qabar,

An empty grave

Kudai jisne yeh gehrahi, ab vo raha ghulam,

Whom ever so dug this deep, remains a slave