Live in my frigid tales for better or for worse
And I won’t let you go for the entire world.
Consume me like a black hole exhausting a universe
And be the moon that lights up my somber moments.
Be the symbiotic rain to my seasons
And the remedy to all my questionable reasons.
Comfort me like a ceaseless weekend that drives me free
And look at me with those startling eyes defining an ocean within.
– Muzaffar Ahmed