A ghazal

My sorrows are scattered, like dewdrops on petals
At dawn doomed to vanish, like dewdrops on petals.

My ghazals shall outlive me feeding many loves,
Even though I perish, like dewdrops on petals.

My pleadings to you are just words written on sand,
Which the waves shall vanquish, like dewdrops on petals.

It may seem my love is cursed to be forgotten,
That no one will cherish, like dewdrops on petals.

You may burn my ghazals, my love shall not die,
though I 'Wanderer' perish, like dewdrops on petals.