Varied are ways to suffer
As flowers for fragrance suffer,
So does brave’s blind advance suffer.
Those that deem Moon’s silver dreary,
So does full moon romance suffer.
Some who take bold chance with their life,
Some, as they take blind chance suffer.
Life oft makes us do hopeless dance,
Some make life’s very dance suffer.
Wooing, she starved me for one glance,
Married me by same glance suffer.
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Ghazal |11.09.2025 | chance, dance, death, fragrance, romance, war
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