kyo aisa laga
kuch hone ja raha
jab chali hava
wo pass aa raha
jo door tha kaisay yeh hua

Why did the air itself sigh,
a whisper on the skin, a premonition?
A harbinger, it seemed, was nigh,
as breath of wind stirred, in such petition.
He, once distant, now drawing near,
a mystery unfolds, dispelling all fear.
How could this be, this convergence so clear?