Tanha تنہا
Then I looked upon
And beyond the
Nacreous daze — a
Haze — and saw that I was
Alone
I think to myself,
“Every voice lives,”
“Every voice lives,”
“Which unknown street address is this?”
My eyes ask
Time is like
When the falling rain stops
Someone wanders off
It overshadows our moments,
I think this again, often
As my watch remains silent