This used to be me abode in the past
Here you used to be kind to Akhtar in the past
Come here, try to peer into my heart
it was a shrine to my lovers in the past
I wish she could be mine even for a short while in my life
I remember the days she used to torture my heart in the past
Interludes of our happiness seemed to last for ever
The sorrows of my heart were of innocence in the past
I engaged you in chit-chats when you would not agree
You used to be angry but not so much in the past
You used to hide your anger in front of strangers
Though you would have delusions of their love in the past
Alas! How 'Akhtar' would like to be like he was in the past
If he did torture someone's heart, it was all in innocence in the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem