In search of sympathy

All have hassles their own, All with own fate upset, With whom to pour my heart? Under roof-- one common All suffer self-sown fate, With whom to pour my heart? Sad tales, not so unknown, They all seem to narrate, With whom to pour my heart? No one is left alone If we search, sort, ferret, With whom to pour my heart? Blares every gramophone, Each all so aloud set, With whom to pour my heart? All have a chewing bone Their own, and no free date, With whom to pour my heart? O to wait for that dawn Where world is not jet set To pour my bleeding heart. Till then I’ve to just frown And endure, my teeth grate, Till I’ve souls to pour heart. All people tend to moan It’s this nature I hate-- Too ready to pour heart. With all in such zone That keeps an ajar gate To cry, where I my heart? ____________________ Ghazal |16.02.2025| sympathy, heart Note: The six lines of each stanza here in essence make only a couplet--just two lines. There are two rhymes and two refrains.