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Ashq

This poem is part of a series of short poems I wrote. I am also working towards translating them in English.

The picture is one of my very good friends Aastha Gupta, clicked by her husband Siddharth Vishwanath.


Ashq

Hai koi dil ki tahon main ,
Jiski chikh sunai nahi deti,
Woh ankhon se ashq ban chalak padta hai.

Aakhir kab tak jeeta sunsan seene main.


Tear

There is someone deep within the cockles of the heart,
Whose shrieks go unnoticed,
Occasionally, it falls off as a tear from the eyes,

After all, how long can one stay in a desolate chest.


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