POTTERY OF LOVE
Ask if you ever remember
Just take your time in the evening
Who was in love with you?
Who loved your name
Just remember who he was
Who was once dear to you
The one who rose in your name
The one who dies in your name
We don't care about apathy
That is the reward of the faithful
But what was such a crime?
We went with prayers and salutations
Ask if you ever remember
Just take your time in the evening
My evening tales fall on your love,
Silently asked ______ Pray that you ...!
Not meeting is an excuse and that's it
You are right, the rest is fiction and that's it
People need a way and me
One stone has to be removed and that's it
Not too busy here
Make a lamp out of clay and that's it
If you fall asleep, you will wake up one day
Those who wake up have to wake up and that's it
You are not the one who is expected to be faithful
You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?
I walk in the garden looking for flowers
Bad Saba has to work and that's it
Climate is not a problem
I have to plant a tree and that's it
This is not the case with sleep disorders
One dream is to save the useless and that's it
A promise that is not yet Saleem
That's all I have to keep my promise
Your heart is proud of the kindness of the person
Look, now he also came down to acting
I woke up the enemy a lot, but
Murree did not wake up in protest
Man eats man
Do some research on this new disease
Sometimes they were beheaded for this crime
Now the reward is given for treason
The intoxication of your closeness is breaking in me
If it is not so easy then death is difficult
This is how the new meeting season wakes me up
The mirror is laughing at Murree's preparation
Someone saw the desolation of a crowded market
Something is free with every purchase
It's time to dump her and move on
People have come down on the side of the oppressor
An evening sunk in the cold of this December
She would come down in some delicate poems of the poet
Abiyat Ghazal Misra would take root in the Diwan
One word in a cluster of words is love
Urdu that she knew, maybe she would
Yes i love you she says come to me
There is a word of desire, I wish it would come true
If a letter comes at the end of the beloved
He would not come even if it was strong
It was a chilly December evening
She would come soaked half-cut
There was a tea in the books, in the books
I wish she would come home
His style was like the waves of the sea
Some came to understand, some passed through the head
Every word was resurrection of this goddess of love
If she had become a poet, Urdu would have fallen on her
That beautiful girl like Urdu ghazal
I wish I could see it again in my dreams
Secondly, it is understood how much he wants it
If anything came under his lips
My mentors used to say that not everything is good
Sometimes there is something that is not thought
Suddenly I fall in love with someone while walking
It is a crime that never goes unnoticed
This
is one of the benefits of losing my make-up
That now I can read even what is not written
Love someone and be one-sided love
This is a feeling that is never deceived
Not every dervish has a dervish in his pocket
Not every spring water is sweet.
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