None Of My Wishes Are Granted

None of my wishes are granted.
I cannot see a way emerging .

The time of death is already ordained.
Why am I restless at nights so often?

Before, I used to laugh at myself.
Now I don't even laugh anymore.

People speak of faith and purity.
My heart does not walk their road.

There is a reason why I'm silent.
And people think that I can't talk!

I am in a place from where
Even I don't get to hear my own news.

I die in the desire to die.
Death comes, but does not come to me.

What face will you take to Kaaba O Ghalib.
What a pity you have no shame!

(Translated from Ghalib)

FOR TONY BARNSTONE