Aa Mil Yaar

Ever separated, my dreams are dreary
Looking for you, my eyes are weary
All alone I am robbed in a desert
Waylaid by a bunch of way words
The Mullah and Qazi show me the way
Their maze of Dharma that is in sway
They are the confirmed thieves of time
They spread their net saintly crime
Their time-worn norms are seldom right
With these they chain my feet so tight
My love cares not for caste or creed
To the rituals of faith I pay no heed
My Master lives on yonder bank
While I am caught in the gale of greed
With boat of anchor, He stands in wait
I must hasten, I can’t be late