Then be pitiless you whom I could not save –
Send your cries to me, if only in this way :
I’ve found a prisoner’s letters to a lover –
One begins : “These words may never reach you.”
Another ends : “The skin dissolves in dew
without your touch.” And I want to answer:
I want to live forever. What else can I say?
It rains as I write this. Mad heart, be brave.
Agha Shahid Ali