mukhalif waqt aur her badgumaan ko rok rakha hai
her ik haasid ke zehreeli zubaan ko rok rakha hai
utartii hii nahi koi musibat iss liye
meri maan ki dua ne aasman ko rok rakha hai
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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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