You've burned my soul
uprooting my existence.
You've blown off the ashes
ensuring I never rise up.
You've took the sweetest revenge on love, my love!
But don't you know
some hearts are made to love.
Recollecting these floating ashes
I'll mend myself.
This soul will moan about the destructions you've made.
I pray you get some burns
left with yourself,
that will force you to rethink
the sin you have made.

- Misbah Abu Obaida Khan