I Am Not A Shayar, But Shayaris Come To Me When See I Burkhawallis Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I am not a shayar,
But shayaris ccome to me
When see I the burkhawallis,
The blackly-veiled girls
Coming upon as the curls
Hanging over
And going with a cursory glance,
Just like the black clouds
Going to burst,
Just like the moon
Under the patches of dark clouds.

I am not a shayar,
But shayaris came
Since when
I saw you,
Saw you not,
Loved I to see,
See you, burkhawalli
calling for,
Dekho magar pyar she,
See but with love.