Old Ghazal (Burning)

oh, you lifeless person shoved inside your urn
we, who are still breathing will forever burn.

with the circle on my hand
and the heaviness in my soul, will it ever burn?

fidgeting as i sit, waiting for a light
the smoke poured in, but my lungs will never burn.

will you wait, faceless wonder? billowing formless pain
the love is all i wanted; you stole, now i burn.

no form, no sight, emptiness leaves my hand
drawing blanks, i’m nameless; it will forever burn.