What all I just cannot
In ghazal all my thoughts I pen cannot,
All I know, in plain words explain cannot.
There be many a thing I do abhor,
All I like not to hate, disdain cannot.
Nigh often in life I show my dislike,
But when it comes to pen I feign cannot.
I well can call a spade, as all things vain,
What I like not I pen, restrain cannot.
Too late a day to change me born years ere,
What’s bestowed not to me now gain cannot.
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Ghazal | 19.08.2025 | poem, pen, poet
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2025
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