Poetry

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A world always remains angry with me
But as long as your name is embedded to me
I don’t care for anybody.
When the light appeared it was open to me
That it were my own goods and chattels
Of the journey that have been looted by me
Whether it is some secret or his style
That he is within me yet he is hidden from me
Although I share the sorrows of others
Yet I find myself separated from myself
I may keep on hiding everything skillfully
Yet Allah is going to ask me about every thing
It seems that you are not having any peace of mind
Perhaps it is my pain that has shifted to you
You are perfectly right in complaining about
Your solitude but just come and see
What kind of fear I am facing from myself
I know what the problem you are facing
It is your contention that I am not sharing your sorrows
Today it is not possible even for me to stop
That storm which is created within me
Whose sighs these were Ehsan which passed
Through my heart and whose heart has been
Broken by me?

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