You ask me
what lovers do
in life and death
They turn into
dry grass for their
love desires to burn.
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pūchhe hai kyā vajūd o adam ahl-e-shauq kā
aap apnī aag ke ḳhas-o-ḳhāshāk ho ga.e
-Mirza Ghalib
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