The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof.
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Roads are empty, travellers all gone. Once again
My night begins to converse with its loneliness;
My visitor I feel has come once again.
Henna stains one palm, blood wets another;
One eye poisons, the other cures.
None leaves or enters my heart's lodging;
Loneliness leaves the flower of pain unwatered,
Who is there to fill the cup of its wound with color?
My visitor I feel has come once again,
Of her own will, my old friend-her name
Is Death: a friend in need, yet an enemy-
The murderess and the sweetheart!