Ghazal: It’s Heartache
When you wake to jitters every day, it's heartache.
Ignore it, explore it, either way, it's heartache.
Youth's a map you can never refold,
from Yokohama to Hudson Bay, it's heartache.
Follow the piper, lost on the road,
whistle the tune that led him astray: it's heartache.
Stop at the roadside, name each flower,
the loveliness that will always stay: it's heartache.
Why do nightingales sing in the dark?
Ask the radif, it will only say ‘it's heartache’.
Let khalvati, ‘a quiet retreat’,
from Child: New and Selected Poems 1991-2011 © 2011
close my ghazal and heal as it may its heartache.