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?
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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.
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2025
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