A Seat Of Honour, Or Is It So?

I sit upon the seat of honour 

and look upon the sights ahead, 

Who are these that I behold? 

Who are these this path to tread? 

'O beauteous face! O fair skin! 

Who art thou? Thou make me insane! 

Thou art a heavenly form. 

'Oh no! The sight now does wane! 

Why does she go away so soon? 

I know not why but I can tell 

She had the eyes of a dove, 

and like a goddess who fell. 

But as I sit upon my seat 

comes along another as I behold, 

Her silken flanks do make me stare, 

I feel so numb, my palms are cold. 

'O sweet goddess! Who art thou? 

Thy name I know not, so I say 

That please fair maiden, do speak. 

'Oh she smiles, but she goes away! 

I care not for this world anymore,

I have to go, so I have to go, 

I leave my seat for someone else 

to sit here and feel the woe!

(Copyright: Zubin Rashid)