Ghazal On An Encounter
A father ails, a son's lover's lament
Steel rudders committed, what hues to lament.
No courage, the lover feels not what to speak
A channel untuned to the feast of lament.
Tradesmen and saints, what heed they at all?
The father feigns slumber, a weak heart's lament.
The lover replaced, made a crater unwhole
His plea unreturned, an unpromised lament.
One tender father, one lover's fair bones
Their son and companion, shared in lament.
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