kal nasoor hua tha aaj
ek zakhm ke chalte
aaqabat phir sanvar gayi
ek marham ke lagte
In another life on an evening of gray,
Said the angel, who I bowed to pray,
Emotions must die as a matter of fact,
Love to un-love is a journey sans a tact.
Now in the present from Almighty,
Another being is becoming a deity,
Trusting the touch, I believe the word,
Salvage to nirvana in a turnaround unheard.
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