A Voice
If it had been a good life, I would have closed my eyes
But the conscious mind is trembling with a sorrowful voice.
A caring sound and a loyal heart, what else does the soul perceive?
Are they not enough to drown my sorrowful voice?
If I turn my back they bring their daggers.
When I turn to them, their charm kills my sorrowful voice.
When today I am gone, how long will the drama last?
How long will they speak in the same sorrowful voice?
If you knew how to lead your life 'Mumtaz',
They would have cared a little for your sorrowful voice.
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