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Long have you been my universe, my haven,for long before I was ejected into wilderness...Sequestered in you, sound and borne,I long to be me when I wa..
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Sober he arrives and dances at your doorstep,
Every heart, wounded, dances at your doorstep.
Soothing greets all who enter your tavern, but
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To
find a free home, away, the bird has flown,
Why
then, do you whine, let it go on its own...
In war
there is madness, vulgarity..
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A digger...
http://www.thekashmirwalla.com/2013/01/more-unmarked-graves-found-in-kashmir-total-6277/
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Ghazal, dedicated to Agha Shahid Ali...
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This night I see
The clueless moon
Shining with scrutiny
Upon the lagoon
The lagoon of my grief
The puddle of my tearsThe exile of my ..
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My tryst with truth
Is always ephemeral
Having lived a lie
Instead of a life
I and my soul
Never dwelt in peace
Between me and my so..
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The tempest makes me ponder,
Over my love that lies
yonder…
Across the irksome river,
Shivering with fury…
And so weary,
..
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Come O’ beloved
Has not the hour
arrived?
Have you not heard?
The sea calling out to
the sun…
The birds chirping their
hom..
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