My Chemeli

My chemeli

A halfwit, I was made to fall asleep on the hillside,

When winde was gelid and weather was murky.

In my unconsciousness, my hands have been tied.

I couldn't make a cry, or smell,

in that hurly-burly. 

I was made to drink an 

unsweetened fruit,

A savage entered my orchard, 

stole my chameli,

Later, he stole the show and my dear keyed flute.

My mouth was sealed off, listen to me O'kelly: 

It's such a melancholy, that it struck me deeply,

No more smiling, no more time to play with the stars,

No more air guitar or even hobbies, honestly

From all the worries I am now free, virtually.

Dame silly, eh, chameli, I became weary from 

My long journeys, the world is no more near me.

----Affaq Nabi