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A SONG RENDERED IN MIRZA GHALIB”S SPIRIT

Let me find a love sequestered place,
We’re nothing lives or breaths an’ nothing moves,
No pressure of tradition, no menace,
Of broken spirit carries painful probes.

( A place devoid of neighbors passes by)
And make a door less, wall less, airy dwelling.
No fellow-bard to criticize and prey,
No one to understand a word or spelling.

And in my sickness not a soul to care,
When fever in my marrow freely rages,
No one to sympathies or shed a tear,
No one to count my life’s meager wages.

And if I die, no one to light my pyre,
For such a lonely place, I aspire.

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