I will not write any letter to you by my precious tear
You think of not a bit and without reading it, you tear
Not only so, but you run over it and make a false pretence
While you show a lit to it and hurt my heart in ill-sense
Everywhere, the ashes of my love flies, on moving sphere
You give this grief, falls as pearls from eyes, many a tear
January 19, 1999
MUSTAFEEZ ALI KHAN
BAREILLY UP
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