The Trade

In my mind other than Your love no concern
In my heart other than loving You no desire

By God! In Your bazaar of love
Other than my life nothing else to offer

For as long as I am able to remember
Other than Your love no other complaint

Blues of Your love I made to inherit
Never taught this by any teacher learnt

Having no happy memories to recall
Always in saddest of all moods inclined

Happy with the bliss of Your sorrow
Rebuilding the ruins of my heart over

Other than You no other friends
With strangers no affairs to concern

In Your shop I’ve nothing to trade indeed
No slight chance of trade ever gleamed

© 2003-2002,  Dara Shayda