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