Grief Stricken Poem by Suhail Kakorvi

It is not now but it was in the glory of youth
That person was exclusive in beauty smooth
My eyes learnt lesson seeing precarious state
Now in curse who deserts my heart it is fate
Love became victim of conspiracy of night
That love which lived high in sun bright
The world repents when looks at thee
Vanity in past I saw growing in thee free
Beloved looked kind, reality was different
I believed that which only dream meant
Quenched not never the thirst of the one
Who trusted the mirage and therein run
Captive of lust grief stricken friend of mine
Remedy for him he sought was never in wine
I pitied over the condition of my intimate bad
Who in commotion and in restlessness was sad