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THE SAD FATE OF TRUE LOVERS (GHAZAL)
Whenever I want to say something, you retort: "What are you?"
Now I am compelled to respond by saying: "So rude are you!"
I remain unconvinced when a poet claims our blood runs in veins,
Because, unless it shines in one's eyes as tears, the claim's untrue.
Clinging to my blood-soaked body is my worn-out shirt,
Of what use is now if the pocket needs a stitch or two?
When my body was torched would have the heart been safe?
Why then scratch my ash, O you proud one, what seek you?
As long as this loving soul pined and longed for your love,
You always remained disdainful ...now, why so sad are you?
This has always been the sad ending of a true lover,
Scorned and spurned all his life and then...in death too!
