Whispers of unmet desires and despair dance in these mystic verses by Mujeeb Jaihoon. Did I ask for a dream, In your eyes, didn’t gleam? Did I hope for a flower, You un-destined to bloom? I am not sad, though, For what you didn’t bestow. Rather, I am disheartened, I desired what you disliked. Ya Wahhab! Ya Razzaq! Ya Fattah! Let me not even crave, forget have; The gift you never wished to give