In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer’s heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill
My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet’r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp’ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill
I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill
Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz’n be
Mem’ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill
mausam-e-summer meN aapkii SUMMAR-Y mazaa de gaii…
…to, use Panadol/Tylenol le lenaa chaahiye thaa! yeh inni vaDDii nazam likhne kii kia zaroorat thii…j/k…
…vaise, farishta e ajal se kisko mafar hai? maut to ba-Har_Haal aanii hai…insaan bahattar pardoN men bhii jaa ke chhup baiThe to phir bhii farishte use DhoonDh nikaaleNge aur vo luqma-e-ajal ban kar hii rahegaa…maut se kia Darnaa…haN maut ke ba’d kii zindagii se Darnaa chaahiye aur uske liye vo 'amal kare jisse use nijaat mile…
ab maiN itnaa Ghaur to nahiiN kartaa…agar kartaa hotaa to ab tak mujhe Katrina Kaif/Aishwarya [according to the masses] se bhii bahtar dulhan mil chukii hotii
it’s nice artwork by you though, i must admit…mubaarakaaN!
j/k 
