With you no complaint I can make
No reward I am destined to take

A person we have not yet met
If separated, will cause what heartache

We were hardly wishful to keep living
Though dying we dare not under-take

Something to make our life worth while
No prospect of any chance at stake

Flower’s scent has been accounted for
Its own time, though, bud will take

Heart is taken aback by a single hurt
It is no blister that a prick it cannot take…

– Parveen Shakir