The shrine too lost its hope with every thread you tie,
Walls fade, unraveling with every frayed thread,
And every thread, once vibrant, now dulls,
Worn thin by the passage of time,
The petals of flowers change, shifting, as should you.
When even the shrine abandons you,
Why do you still bind yourself to the hope of love?
....
Mazaar bhi mere nazar se ummeed kho gaya,
Diwaren nazar na aaye, har bandhe dhaage se,
Aur har dhaaga rang mein pheeka pad gaya,
Ghis gaye dhaage puraan se,
Phoolon ki chadar, badal badal ke, khud bhi badal ja.
Jab mazaar bhi tera saath chhod de,
Tu kyun mohabbat ki aas mein bandhdi?
