Your every performance is doomsday
Love – a doomsday, hostility – a doomsday
This beautiful delicacy, this charming temper
Anger – a doomsday, your self approach – a doomsday
The up-down of your lampblack eyebrows
Doomsday! Doomsday! Doomsday! Doomsday!
Ah! The technique of your footsteps
You are punctual and your habit – a doomsday
Masroor – You enjoyed plucking flowers a lot
Because of you, I hugged – this doomsday!
The poem is a translation of one of the poems of Masroor Ahmad Masroor
