What If My Love Pays Me Wage Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

What if life's joys with sorrows rage?
What looks like water turns mirage.

Rehearsal there's, nor a retake,
We're still here life-long on a stage.

O drink, to drown sorrows and woes,
Vouched it was by a worthy sage.

What if a lifeline leads to death?
A fount of freedom if turns cage?

Once when dived to die, I drowned not,
Swam ashore to live to this age!

No use a helping hand of His,
Reached have I when my life's last page.

Call it ill fame or my bad name,
My very love when pays me wage!
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Ghazals come in couplets generally in odd numbers. They are couplets with a common or related theme. The first couplet rhymes, which is then repeated in the second line of each couplet. Urdu is the language in which Ghazals first originated.
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Ghazal | 01.09.13 |