Clung To The Very Tree Poem by Suhail Kakorvi

I got my all works successfully done
By slight movement of thy eyes, Oh! Gnerous from thy doorstep

Only benvolence of Providence is my companion
making myself the guide i set out for a journey and I have to do with the journey only

It has saved me aur I saved it is a question?
when there was sharp whirlwind I clung to the very tree.

It looks there is something special instead of promise of evening,
It is strange restlessness of heart very much since morning.

If somebody is critical about the system of tavern, I care a fig for
The provider of wine is mine and that is enough.

I could not get any hint whether it is positive or negative response,
so many suspicions arise out of the silence of message bearer.

The custom of love flourish due to me and me only,
Because of the one who is indwelling with thee- self lover.

Broken is my morale in imprisonment so much so,
That no intension to soar and no hope with the wings and hair.

Wonderful occured in sweetheart that this may be the safe place,
Hidden then there in my heart being afraid of my love craze.

The red lips of thee are my wealth and I possess thy heart,
So obviously I'm careless of any ruby and jewel.