A Letter Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

Since when, dear, you have gone,
I have become undone.
I want you back to come;
Whatever done is done.

All your friends are traitors;
They hijack my letters.
You will know their movies;
They worsen the matters.

Come back, or let me hear
One word of joy and cheer.
Why do you now forget,
Once we were very near?
It seems you are misled,
Misunderstanding fed.
Do you not remember,
You were mine once you said?

You have gone for months nine;
I still think you are mine.
If you don’t come nor write,
I’ll lie on the rail-line.