Sahir Ludhianvi Poems

Repression is sill repression
Rising, it must flop
Blood is sill blood
Spilling it must clot.
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The Taj, mayhap, to you may seem, a mark of love supreme
You may hold this beauteous vale in great esteem;
Yet, my love, meet me hence at some other place!
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These lanes, these marts of rich delights,
Precious lives, undone, defiled;
Where are the defenders of virtuous pride?
Where are they who praise, the pious eastern ways?
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