The Knot Poem by Asrar Rasheed

These are the words of my restlessness,
Like nothing is in my hands tonight;
Should I pour the drops of my wishes?
Or hold them tightly to break;

Or should I take you away and then leave?
Tell me something that I can do tonight,
The noise of your breath keeps it burning;
Let me hold it and burn into ashes,

Every day it is always the first time I see u,
These are the words of my restlessness;
The winds of your breath seem to end here,
And I can't feel where it is burning;

The knots of the wishes aren't unfolding,
I am still the knock of your closed doors;
Let me open, let us untie the wishes,
These are the words of my restlessness…