gazal
of dealing with sorrow, i’ve
learnt the art
learnt to slowly cry and distract
the heart
it’s best that you are someone
else’s now
it's put an end to worries of
making you mine somehow
oh you who breathe, but for this
one fear i’d readily die
they sell for money even the land
to light the pyre
my friends, lend me not these
breaths
for i have not the courage to
repay the debt
don’t try and drive shiv’s sorrow
away
the treacherous rascal has a mind
to cry today
2 comments:
Loving Batalvi.
'm glad you are! more in the weeks to come.
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