Neend ka halka gulabi sa khumaar aankhon mein tha
Youn laga jaise woh shab ko der tak soya nahin
Jaanta hoon aik aisey shakhs ko main bhi Munir
Ghum se pathar ho gaya lekin kabhi roya nahin
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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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