If Not Mine, Let Him at Least Care for Himself

If Not Mine, Let Him at Least Care for Himself

If not mine, let him at least care for his own grace,

Tell him to restore this bond, this broken space.

Without the gaze of the beloved, how can one glow?

No beauty thrives, no matter how much care we show.

If we meet, grant me just one gentle concession:

To answer my reply with his own tender question.

Speak, so my words may flow with ease and light,

Your silence turns my verses into a hopeless fight.

How far shall I seek you in realms so high?

Each breath I take bears time’s passing sigh.

Be it a smile, a hush, or sweet expression

Your beauty triumphs in every single impression.

I am his flower, Javed, and now it’s his choice:

To weave me in his locks, or crush me without a voice.