What makes me weary
Hauling hard my fate I’m weary,
Bearing world of hate I’m weary.
Getting paid a pittance’ my fate,
How you rate me makes me weary.
And after all, how you treat me--
A fish biting bait-- I’m weary.
On your laments on labour woes,
By dreary debate, I’m weary.
And O Krishna, by your discourse:
Fruitless to fight fate, I’m weary.
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Ghazal | 14.01.2026 | fate, fruit, hate, work/labour
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