Firaq Gorakhpuri

no promise, no assurance

no hope

a thousand times has

the world passed by here

of death, at least,

i don’t expect this

in the ocean of the past, often

islands of memories are found

in these ruins, there are

a few broken lamps somewhere

behind the comfort's veil, what to say

of this tyranny and cruelty

the days of my life

were thus spent, my dear

for a long time now, i recognize

the soft sound of your footsteps

there is nothing lacking

in intellect and reason

watch

the pace of revolution, firaq

it is true that life is

just four days long

through the bars of the cage

some light is seeping through