Ah sweetheart, you have sent me a book of ghazals.
You have sent me a bough and a brook of ghazals.
I have even become tears to live
in your eyes. Let me live in their look of ghazals.
Shahid is dead, great poets dying,
but the death of love hangs on the hook of ghazals.
May the rarest editions of love
bring us both to a shop with a nook of ghazals.
If love’s too dear, Mimi, then wander,
penniless, in a long empty souk of ghazals.
‘GHAZAL: OF GHAZALS’ IS PUBLISHED IN CHILD: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS 1991-2011 (CARCANET PRESS 2011).