A Poem

Ali Sardar Jafri       

Don't look at me so lovingly.
In the soft shadow of your eyelashes
moonlight looks like drowning,
and I've to go a long way.

The desert's sand is burning, the blisters on my soles
flare up like cinders.
This look of love may last or vanish.
Who keeps burning in the desert of fidelity?
Your heart may bear in mind or may forget.
Don't look at me so lovingly.