A Lover, Unanswered

The words shall roar, iron-willed,

While crimson tempests bruise the sky.

Stones will rise to scar your silken lies,

And ruthless waves will testify.

The road we tread will seal your poison,

 As groves turn dark, their blossoms die.

Oh Majnu—

I will not beg to walk your roads.

My eyes refuse to watch my people flee this soil.

Oh Majnu—

I will not weep and wait for your return.

My hands grow weary Gathering the blood the fallen leave behind.

 Oh Majnu—

I will not plead to meet your gaze.

 My heart breaks open— A mother’s scream still circling the world,

Praying her child remembers the way home.

Veils that once moved in measured grace—

The unjust shall not pass unseen.

Lips once sealed in trembling silence—

They rise now, sharpened into cries.

 Ankles bound by fear and custom—

They run through thorns,

To quench the thirst of mundane lives.

The Laila in me will not weep.

The Laila in me will not shoulder blame.

You, Majnu, sit in quiet meditation.

While my mourning learns to end.

Greetings! I am Shagun Tomar, a Physics Honors student at the University of Delhi, India. Alongside my academic pursuits, I am a literature enthusiast with a strong passion for writing. I channel this passion through online blogging on platforms such as Medium, where I write reflective pieces inspired by the books I read. My work also includes creative poems that express my personal perspectives and thoughts.