Mere Mola!
Mere Malik!
Mujhe is ka yaqeen hai k
Mujhe teri nigahoon mein koi mansab dilane ko
Mujhe tera banane ko
Mere sare gunahoon ko yakmusht hi mitane ko
Wo ik ansoo hi kafi hai
Jo tere khauf se nikla.
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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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