soch k main nay chuni hay akhri aram gah
main tha mitti or mujhy mitti ka ghr acha laga
manzilon ke baat choro kis nay payen manzelain
ik safar acha lga,ik hmsafar acha laga
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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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