Aniruddha Pathak Poet Ghazal

Till the end

I sure would feel ill till the end,
Resigned to it still till the end.
    If admit I can’t till the end,
    Sorry for sure feel till the end.
They, slumped in too much me and mine
Endure its mien will till the end.
    What I feel for and call it love,  
    I must with it deal till the end. 
Pain subsides sooner than we think, 
Strange, we dwell on it till the end.
    She implored: forgive, forget me,
    And still, what a drill till the end!
Hard to keep love and ways of world 
Both, on even keel till the end!   
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Ghazal |19.09.2025| feelings, forgive, love, pain, world

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