manzar jahangir Poems

It's all pure,
Lest thou think it alloyed.
I have brought it with my all beings-
The compelled forehead handed me;
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I am not wet,
I am not moistured
I am dry
Burn me.
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I, like the iris flower,
Of cane!
Swing being washed and bathed,
Lustre being erect,
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Hold it O Mom;
The life's thread-ball;
Embroider it on.
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Colour feels like
Sprinkling colours
From colour.
It feels like,
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