Distant dream has become the festive season
Like our beloved, has departed the spring season

Since many seasons, in my home and heart
Time has stood still in the waiting season

Let beloved whisper in my ear to hear
Ever so gently may return the high season

Not with standing new tentalising professions of love
Not possible to withstand loss of your trusting season

Fragrance may diffuse or may refuse and return
Let someone so inform beloved’s welcome season

For your style of love we had often pondered
To pander to your overtures, or to reason out of season.

– Parveen Shakir