Pink flowers blossomed
in the season I met you.
With your attentions they are opening again,
though these wounds had healed already.
How long could the columns support
these houses shaken to their foundations?
That old strangeness came back,
as if our meetings had been done.
The body was still hotfoot with its infatuations,
the feet bruised on the way.
تیری انگلیاں میرے جسم میںیونہی لمس بن کے گڑی رہیں
کف کوزه گر میری مان لےمجھے چاک سے نہ اتارنا