(For Robert – In Memory of Agha Shahid Ali)
I’ve woven with tears my shawl of fears
And draped our skies tonight.
Still the wind rumbles and roars from depth
My sky, it is crimson tonight!
Troubled and torn, I’ve lost even now
The music of mourning tonight.
Forgive me dear friend, for I cannot weave
The song of your choice tonight.
But your tears are strewn and spangled as stars
On the aanchal of heart tonight,
Where each it glows as rarest of pearls
And sings to my seas, the shore tonight!