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LOVE'S RRAGRANCE...AND AGONY (GHAZAL)
In every nook and corner of the world the talk of love spread,
Like subtle fragrance did my beloved's praises my passion led...
Ah, the soothing comfort which embalmed my soul:
As my 'messiah', with his healing palm, touched my forehead!
May his lap too, remain filled with romance... just like his heart,
May he never undergo the agony of a lonely night's dread!
How to say that my 'worshiper' has bid adieu to me now,
Though not a lie.. yet ah. the world's scorns will leave me dead!
EPITAPH:
The love of her lone beloved did Parveen Shakir crave,
Till the last breath which led her to a lonely grave!
