Jahangir Manzar Poems

Peace and sorrow
Are my nappy friends.
It is the primitive tale,
There are of my friends,
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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 too little and night too long!
The night is spent burning myself,
One who burns oneself;
Bears the others pain,
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We are born-poor!
Whole world is ours.
We are here today.
There tomorrow.
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