Let me hold your hand when the night is at its peak,
Let me be your moon when our nights turn weak,
Let me feel the warmth of your touch on my cheek,
Let me be your moments, your days and your weeks.
Buy me a chunk of love from your heart’s boutique,
Colour me with affection and fill me with mystique,
Soothe my distressed nerves with your soaring streak,
Break the dull wall of my life, discharge me of my grotesque.
– Muzaffar Ahmed