Kash yeh salgirah mujhe
Ek musarrat mazed day jaye
Zindagi ki naveed day jaye
Kash.....
woh aye aur aa kar mujhe
kuch aur nahin
sirf tohfa-e-deed day jay
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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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