इन नाज़ुक पैरों को मोहतरमा कहीं ज़मीं पर
मत उतारियेगा कहीं तकलीफज़दा न हो जाएँ
अपनी छड़ी साथ ले लें

चलते चलते देखिये हुज़ूर कहीं गश न खा जाएँ
ज़रा ख़याल रखें दवा साथ लें मालिश कर जाएँ
किसी को साथ ले लें, क्या हम चलें

अरे शादी करके जब आई थी तब लोहे के थे
सब घर का काम हम कर लेते थे नाज़ुक तो ये
अब हो गए हैं सब तुम्हारी वजह से

जब तक है साथ रूठेंगे हम आप मनाते रहना
प्यार जताते रहना यूँ ही कसम से

Romance, with a Walking Stick

ear madam, please…
don’t step down barefoot onto this earth.
These delicate feet of yours
might take it too personally.
Take your walking stick along.

And while you’re at it,
walk slowly, alright?
The breeze might make you dizzy again —
so bring your meds,
let someone massage those knees,
and hey — bring company.
Or… may I?

Ah!
When you first came to this house, my love,
you had legs forged of iron.
Not a chore you wouldn’t take down,
not a day you’d let slow.

These “delicate feet”?
They’re all your fault.
You made me soft, too.

So here’s the deal —
As long as we’re together,
I’ll keep pretending to sulk,
and you’ll keep coaxing me back.

Promise me that.
Keep showing me love,
like you always have.
Cross your heart. And mine.

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