My solitude,
Winds are strong.
I fly kites.
In the desert of
My solitude,
Water is scarce.
I dig wells.
In the desert of
My solitude,
Roses are sullen
In memory of
Your lips.
Sparrows have
Stopped chirping.
In absence of your
Touch.
So I string and
Un-string my desires
To place them in
Desolate tunes.
But I fail.
Nothing grows here
In the desert of
My solitude.
Especially hope.
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ft Dasht-E-Tanhai by Faiz