Laila-Majnoon And An Imaginary Homeland

Laila-Majnoon And An Imaginary Homeland

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By Mohammad Tabish

Who knows hither i cry,

In remembrance;

A remnant demesne in my memory caught.
Laila bawls for Majnoon.

Majnoon: chain cloaked,

People summoned flower stones.

Among the many I hear

many say of Majnoon; turned mad.
The only postman dies,

Nights falls on me;

I am left blind.
Doors latch, Laila confined.

Valiant she floods the world,
Blood kissed the knife.

Her skin melts, wounds occupy;

Then deserts’ soak Majnoon bleeds.
The lakes dry,

it pours;

The water salt.
Laila dies,

An evening cursed.

Dusk apprises Majnoon.

Like a phoenix, he

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