There lived a nutty nut in a town, he was called Insha
Posted October 21, 2015
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His story is famed that he fell in love with a damsel
That damsel’s beauty was not charming or captivating
Girls were prettier and fairer than flowers in that locale;
She had appeal in her talk and some magic in chanting
The same alluring magic that enlightens lover’s feelings
Being so engrossed in her love he forgot his own being
There lived a nutty nut in a town, and he was called Insha
Neither playful actions nor any lovely chat between them
They only met on the way or chuckled on the telephone
We made fun of their affair; it was a simple pass time only
Whatever they had was veiled, the secret was their solely
One day there was no boat no shore in violent love’s ocean
There lived a nutty nut in a town, and he was called Insha;
One day when in the rainy season, was heavy monsoon rain
Viewers saw them, on the shoreline sitting hand in hand,
From dusk to evening, evening to night drifters went home
What a magical night it was, felt like penning a tale on them
There lived a nutty nut in a town, and he was called Insha
They made many promises and undertaking to live together
The promises they made had no surety but added losses
The maiden deserted him making an excuse of her helplessness
He was heartbroken, underwent depression and helplessness
That day we know how hard it was to make a lover realize
There lived a nutty nut in a town, and he was called Insha
His heart ached; tears ran down his eyes like flowing a river
Bearing grief, never shared with anyone, remained silent
Foolish are the ones who tease him in distress and torment
He made one appeal to his friends and foes; he will hear
To whatever they say about him but not to talk his affair
There lived a nutty nut in a town, and he was called Insha
Not known the actuality, sharing what so heard
What the maiden chanted, was her back fairy-tale
One evening invited her, opened his heart to her
That night committing suicide ended his fairy-tale
It was known from the newspaper about the matter
There lived a nutty nut in a town, he was called Insha
Let me say that to look for the facts, is not at all fair
Let the name and fame of the dame be behind a veil
I can deceit, you can cheat is but doable, let be in veil
This can be my narrative; it may be my personal affair
That dame repented! What’s the use of resenting now?
There lived a nutty nut in a town, and he was called Insha
1 | NJ
October 21, 2015 at 1:35 PM
This so melancholy ..tragic but beautiful story 🙂
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Tanveer Rauf
October 21, 2015 at 5:58 PM
yeah true and tragic
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NJ
October 21, 2015 at 9:22 PM
🙂
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