Sunday, December 12, 2021

December Ghazal best pottrey.lajawb ghzal


DECEMBER GHAZAL 

 Alas! Still Make it look December will pass Next year again Without your memory I can do nothing On a wet night Wrapped in dew Alone on a dark night The state of your vision It will be the mausoleum of the Ratjags This year too The dream of communication will always be incomplete Make it look Listen my friend December will pass What is the need for a flower star? If so, what is the need for springs? Shaking hands as they walked Why do your blinds need to touch?

Their eyes are watery They need more views You have always wanted the luxury of communication What do you need to do? There I did not get poison from snakes Then I found out what friends need Abid who did not easily get into trouble What is the need for such useless foundations? Quote from love !! The city he came from, his heart pounded again That road is better than your house I love my life for yours Do not be afraid to say the same thing out of fear You will find them on the beach one day Right now the boat is trying hard with my whirlpool Unknowingly you kill your quest in the city They roam the streets remembering you Love my ancestral heritage Dastar is precious, perhaps in our heads You have not come to this city of love anyway Why are you afraid of the desert trip now? Who does not know my wish One day the princess will be buried in a tomb Gone are the days of childhood How short those happy times were Praise be to Allah Don't cry, Raja, for your patience Roads and markets were riddled with neglect Where are the travelers going? In a fit of rage, he turned violent It blew the winds I personally hated that there was a mixture in the soil Couldn't open, dead season passed Come in, watch and enjoy!

All my wounds are healed, and my wounds are healed When planning New Year's celebrations We are a few people like that We leave the heartless house, looking at the world It was good that they did not go, but they did go This evolutionary process is being carried out on its own All who lived in the heart descended Now we will not do anything against the situation Many of them promised, and they refused Good day my dear friends Where did they go in this time of heartlessness? At this critical time we have a broken heart They survived, doing a great job Now Irfan will say ghazal again to someone else Those people of taste, they go to see.

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