Saturday, December 18, 2021

The Painful Killer pottery & ghazal

                 P A I N F U L

The pain was good and the pain was excruciating

 I saw the dream and liked the price

Later on, the other cheek pulled me

 At first I liked your name

I never tried to win again

 Once upon a time I liked it

In the same way, flowers were given to him in a crowded party

 Like he liked me in general



May God shake the earthquake of remembrance

 With difficulty, I liked a job

 I knew there was going to be a new ghazal

 Dude, every one of your favorites is gone

 Who knows about the torment of Shab-e-Hijran?

 Who knows about my anonymous love?Who knows the intensity of my emotions



 Who knows about my condition and my horror?Who knows about deserted houses?

 Who knows about my fate?I have quietly endured the persecution of love

 Who knows about my status?Who will come to comfort you now?

 Who knows about your sad nature ...



 I have to ask if they find it

           I am still in peace

       So you look up to heaven

              Someone lives in the sky


             Why doesn't it bother me?There was only one person in the world The wind must have stopped, but

 She was sobbing like evening

 The yellow leaves were blown away by the winds

 A strange story was told

 That all leaves after listening to it

 Were sobbing

 They were crying

 In the grief of what tragedy

 The trees were uprooted

 We were looking for you a lot

 Every single way

 Every valley

 Every single mountain

 Every gorge

 But your news did not come from anywhere

 So saying this, we averted our hearts

 When the wind stops, we will see

 We will find its way

 But ... this is our happiness

 Which ruined us

 The wind must have stopped, but

 A long time had passed

 In the forests of our hair

 The white silver had come down

 There were no stars in the sky



 Roses were no longer lovely

 The one she lived in

 The settlement of the heart

 They were not all friends

 But this tragedy was the highest

 That we were not yours

 You were not ours

 The wind must have stopped, but

 A long time had passed


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