Bait Bazi

I asked for a bit of a head start, as well as permission to cheat by having these written ready by myself ahead of time, as well as in English, from my grandmother when we play this game. Bait Bazi is a poetic game usually played in urdu, but I’m no where near the level of Mummy and Dadda, so out of fear of my pride being hurt I only disclose that which is in English for the moment.

Were I to never erect a dam in front of my eyes, holding back a single tear

The flood of Noah would never cease to rise, the ark drowning itself here

Hair electrified by the mind, generational gifts, ardour, and pressures, that erect a tigris mane

To understand this you may need to enter 5th dimension’s zenith, proceed to climb an angelic crane

Elevated in spirit enthused with the grass

This one is pure of heart, yet dumb of ass

One portion of my sustenance comes from digital expression, in the form of aerial lanes

Another comes from the actualization of technological magic, multiple stakeholders gain

Lord knows I tried, for her and my sake

The thought of her I just can’t escape

When in thy silent sea for years, my heart’s ship has been marooned

Please do not apply a bandaid, over this grand canyon of a wound

But how has the station left the train?

Hai Hai Bashir, stay in your narrow lane

Ah, an individual universe of movement within a universe in motion

Ah, The goblet refilled, welling up with Allah’s potion

Capture the zephyr of dayspring if you could, as such is the cause of my death

She assassinated me with pearl piercing, dazzling eyes, and sweet winded breath

It is the tears of sorrow that serve as water under the Lord’s throne

And It is pangs of separation that constantly remind me of home

It’s from الله