kyā ho gayā ise ki tujhe dekhtī nahīñ
jī chāhtā hai aag lagā duuñ nazar ko maiñ
ISMAIL MERATHI
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What happened
She turns her head away
And does not even look at me
Haye Allah, what qayamat!
Why so much nafrat?
Why does the mohitrama
Thinks of herself so high?
I feel like fleeing
Back to Medina and
Leave her in Mecca
To do her haj everyday.
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