A Ghazal (Many A Secret It Hides...)

Many a secret it hides, life's like that
In nobody it confides, life's like that

Often it makes mortals cry, sometimes laugh,
Like the ebb and flow of tides, life's like that

It arrives in joy along with newborns,
It leaves with death at bedsides, life's like that

It lets us chose our path even when wrong
But later, it badly chides, life's like that

Throwing all caution to the winds often
The steed of desire rides, life's like that

Mortals live from birth to death on this earth
How, when and where, it decides, life's like that

Stories it tells in episodes ‘Mona"
Its sweet time it always bides, life's like that

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The ghazal form comprises independent couplets with a common metre. The rhyming words, followed by the refrain appear in both the lines of the first couplet and in the second lines of the remaining.The name/ pen name of the poet is included in the last couplet.

The ghazal originated in Persian, then Arabic and Urdu. It is popular in Hindi and some other Indian languages.
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