The Last Encounter With Her Friend

I also had a last encounter with her friend At the central bus stand one Sunday morning I searched for her but she was not among them Changed were the friends of her friend I saw her friend and she saw me I marched forward and when I stopped and turned She was standing there with her friends I stared at her and she stared at me for a while I then took my way with melancholy in my heart This last encounter of her friend flashes in my mind Increasing the melancholy of my heart Whom I loved like a poem Remained in my life as a gazal