We are so heart broken when our beloved leaves us
we hardly step out of the door we need a wall to lean onto
A little unease persists when we first fall in love
But a thousand sufferings are in waiting to befall later
In the beginning, the desires rise little by little
later it is all desires and nothing else is there
Helplessness sometimes brings us close to our friends
when we cannot let out our cries we lean onto our friends
Shreds of my sorrows are scattered all over in the streets
If I bring them home, they will make a mountain high pile
Whatever the suffering, a stifling, a heart break or losing face
They always left a deep, unerasable, lasting mark in Faraz' life
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