Sonnet II
I saunter through these twilit corridors
And nothing seems the same, Sameen, nothing
Seems the same when love departs and lures
Few murky phantoms of desire enwreathing
A cloud of doom and routs redeeming claims;
Flitting past soul’s mirthless utter waste
That once could churn out songs sweet as your name,
Sameen! Your eyes, your lovely form had traced
Such playful smiling whims of youth and charm
And beckoned me to Beauty’s lifelike splendor;
Where are they now? Where does your silence lean?
I know this quest shall soon subside in calm;
Again, your distant thought will bloom and render
All drifting shades of love and life Sameen.
