Down the memory lanes, on which you've strolled since ages past They will end if you walk farther a step or two Where exits the turn towards the wilderness of forgetfulness beyond which, there isn't any Me, nor any You
My eyes hold their breath, for any moment you may turn back, move ahead, or at least turn to look back
Although my sight knows that the wish is just a farce For if ever it were to run across your eyes again right there will spring forth another pathway
Like always, where ever we run into, there will begin another journey of your lock's shadow, your embrace's tremor
The other wish is also in error, for my heart knows There is no turn here, no wilderness, no mountain-range beyond whose horizon, my perpetual sun-of-your-Love can set
May you continue walking these pathways, its better this way If you don't even turn to look back, it is okay.
~ Faiz Ahmed Faiz?
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