Wandeeimg through the land of woods, one day, I heard
In the valley beyond the rill,
A voice so melancholy, so shrill
And went forward into the land below,
And saw a maiden, dressed in yellow.
Busy reaping the crop, she sang,
In the sweet unnoted tone..
And I stood there, movelessly,
Listening to the agony in the song
In a vernacular tone, it was set
And I knew not of it.
But I stood there, listening....
©Syed Momin Iqbal