A Memory

A Memory

I have lost my eyes' light
Her blood has become white

It was due to our parents,
Who didn't want our relation tight

In the beautiful season of spring
I saw her marriage's painful sight

Now she don't want me to meet

With her memories I often fight

My eyes are strander that
For her I always cried

I don't know why all parents
Do wrong, all relations right

Imran, why you write seriema
While people look for delight

Imran Nazeer