Ian Scott
Karoon Na Yad Magar
I try not to remember, how can I forget?
In the ghazal I sing, my love lingers yet
His beauty like the rose, is cruel with thorns
I hold my wounded arms around him yet
Gathering, others talk about their loves
But, having lost you, silently I fret
He left my side before our journey's end
No wonder, though he's lost me, if he remembers yet