A strange sorrow once married me
Life, come thou unhurried to me,
Said she, 'I'm long buried' to me.
A strange sorrow once married me,
Wonder who it carried to me.
Once a bubble dared laugh at me,
Blown soon, it looked harried to me.
Where’s the strainer that filters sins?
The query stands parried to me.
What all my joys can sweep aside,
Such brooms have never worried me.
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Ghazal |05.09.2025| sorrow, sin, joy, life
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