Oonchi Awaaz Mein
Mujhse Tu Baat
Na Kiya Kar
Gar Tere Gale Ko
Meri Ungliyan Sehlaye
Teri Khamoshi Mere
Haathon Ke Lakeeron
Mein Samaa Jaaye...
Don't talk to me
in a raised voice.
If my fingers
caress your throat
your silence
will descend
into the lines
of my palms.
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