What you heard was
not true. I am writing my will
after you lost charisma.
I am dying daily, after
reading the smoke signals
coming out of your book.
Can you sing the
ghazal of Ghalib. How will you
agree when you don't agree?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To perceive And to be perceived Are two faces of the same coin Only difference is One is visible And the other is hidden. Respecting each others word Honours every human being And looking good over bad Always makes matter cool Win or loss is not the matter Just changing angle is needed To work things better. Very true Sir things go insane that way only.