Roaming At Night Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

I am alone or I think so,
Know not what I should say,
But when it causes me to go,
I roam to and fro on every way,
Multitude of people I see me around,
Yet deserted always myself is found.

My thoughts carry me on a journey,
That has no end still I pause,
To see my surroundings, worth penny,
Or to know if I am insane or I was,
My heavy says naught but eyes are wet,
In search of what I wander after the sunset.

Ah, the moon! Thou art unto like me,
Alone you are amongst the thousands,
So do I on the earth out glee,
And find my body out of soul stands,
Whenever at you o moon I gaze!
Find myself burning in love's blaze.