Abee's prose poem Mausum e Gul Ya Khizaan - Part 1

Its spring or fall

the evening of melonchly's over
and yet no star, no glow warm
asked me of my well being.
sitting in a high story window
I'm wondering if my pains
have yet to worsen
before they take my last breath.
perhaps I still have to suffer in longings
perhaps I still have to heal my wounds...

your fragrance still lingers
in my hands. no one has yet
set right my tangled tresses.
I still crave for your love,
I let out love sighs,
I call your name unwittingly,
I languish in melancholy.
my soul still desires you,
you're always on my mind.

-tr. Ravi Kopra

Abee's original prose poem in Urdu at
http://www.chowk.com/ilogs/68662/33637