As soon as I think of you old friend, I cry.
I wail that I never knew you
I never will know you now
But you left a volume under the window sill
I wonder who it was for ?
I wish I knew you old friend
So that you and I could take a long walk
Along the bund you so loved
We would talk of birds and their songs
Of Lorca and his qasidas
Of Faiz and your eternal love, begum Akhter
And one day we you would talk to me about Rizwan
But we will never take that walk now, old friend
You had promised you would die in autumn,
in
But you died in winter
Far away from
Why did you break your promise?
Old friend,
But we shall meet again, ……
(For the beloved witness)
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