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