"तेरी वफ़ा ने मुझको संभाला

सारे गमो को दिल से निकाला"۶ৎ

You're comfort wrapped I'm warm knitted clothes

Like softness filled in my mother’s lap

Like the smell of coffee lingering on my tongue

Like smell of wood warming in my chest

I was poetry, written badly, but God,

You read me lime I was word the fleeting words—

Escaping your throat.

And now I keep you framed in between my ribs

Replaced my heart with your picture.

[-mey]