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In ghazal all my thoughts I pen 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 that is worth my hate, disdain cannot.
Quite 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’s disliked I still pen, restrain cannot.
Too late to change now a man born long ere,
What God has bestowed not now gain cannot.
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Ghazal | 19.08.2025 | poem, pen, poet
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Aniruddha Pathak
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