TUM
Tum jis khowab main ankhain kholo
Uss ka roop amar
Tum jis rang ka kapra phno
Woe mousam ka rang
Tum jis phool ko hans kar daekho
Kabi na woh mujhay
Tum jis harf pa ungli rukh do
Woh rooshan ho jaaye
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." by Soren Kierkegaard
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