Bundle all your lies, go ahead, throw them on me,
I shall break them to pieces, each one, on my knee,


The guardians of silence, the keepers of peace,
Snatch the songs of a sparrow and call her free,


You are full of yourself, do not promise in haste,
Its not easier a journey from ‘I’, ‘me’ to ‘we’,


You taunted me of chaos last strolling in my heart,
I named all the idols in the temple, come, see,


After so much insistence, sanity had come,
I had cooked it some answers, why did it flee,


When love is set to roar, it entertains not,
Any Yousuf’s defence or some Zulaikha’s plea…