Wrath

In the time this moment passes,
My wrath will burn it all to ashes.

The pillars of our steely bond
Will melt to mild molasses.

That wish upon the shooting star,
Like stars will turn to gasses.

Your tears may douse the fire today.
They’ll drain tomorrow’s glasses.

gussā

jitnī der mein ye pal jāyegā
mere gusse se sab jal jāyegā

humāre rishte kī mināron kā
wo Faulād bhī gal jāyegā

TūTte tāre se māngī wo duā
us hi tāre sa DHal jāyegā

ānsuon se āj bachā loge par
unmein dūb humārā kal jāyegā