Dagh Dehelvi

Posted by: Tanveer Rauf on: March 24, 2017

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The way I see my misfortune like a foe

One wouldn’t hate intensely like his foe

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What a misery neither I die nor live

What terrifying time I pass and live

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Your loveliness is unmatchable beloved

I carry your photo all around  beloved

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She inquires every one after slaying me

Who did this butchery, who killed me?

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What a misery neither I die nor live

What terrifying time I pass and live

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I recall how she brought dishonor to me

Then regret and doleful what she did to me

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