Volcanic and Violent Fission

Why is the wretched mischief born in the heart?

Why does your laughter is breaking your heart?

The cry of the melodious Shehnai is lustrous

And selfless. Why then is this flame in my tears?

He who does not see the sea in the droplet, 

Why does the blind one still claim to be a seer?

There are a few analogies and fewer estimates

Then why is the painting of the mirror a Self-image

How can tears quench the fire of the heart

 Then why such trials a delight of the eyes

What is in the style of the blossoming of flowers

Why is this maturity in the spring of a youth

That when the Vision could not be seen

Why the path so blurry like drunken in separation

The rays of burning fire are shining on your cheeks

But why so dull your attitude Bleakness in your eyes

Looks very happy in the competition

Why his friendship is with my relatives

When is meeting and watching you possible except 

In dreams? Why is now the heart's disease soft?

When you are busy praising others

Requirement of Loyalty why then only from me!

Where your every attitude is forever hurting the world

Why is then doubt smearing your blemishless forehead

Why do they ask about you from me

who would be more honest and secretive like me?

The concerts were bright at midnight because of whom

Why the winery of those eyes now dewy with tears

They are calling me at the earnest

Agreed! My murder is a Favor, but why now!

You stand tall in our thinking! How is your 

Herculian height does not give me courage in doomsday

(And my subsequent emergence as a galactic power!)