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Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

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    Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

    In the City of Ishq, Very few are scorched by hatred And many stars are broken by Love.

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    It demands desire of Zulykha Loyalty of Angels Vehemence of devils And patience of Prophet You may too need God's mouth To reveal rhyming letters

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    It is not to compare Ali and Allah. It is to discuss between tyrant Yazeed and veracity of Hussainiat.

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    My Home Is My Shrine Mausoleum Of My Thoughts Dying

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    night has enveloped, to give me some relief now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief where blood quenches the thirst disloyalty is faith last and first is the religion my beloved belongs to I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand let me take her by the hand heard of her about sorcery her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb from just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila my nights worthless, body breathless every moment, feeling restless be silent and hear, hear me, my cries don't forget the promise you swore I have lost my childhood over you don't know, how these years left me alone sufferings, separation, theft me alone I never knew how pain excrutiates sometimes, i enlivened you my dear Love is a blessing, and not a fear in a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn I gaze from a window in Kashmir For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying

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    People who don't have values Show their beauty Who don't have beauty Show their shame

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    Separation shall not define Beats getting weak in my heart Instead Be lull but me mine Darling—stay bleak in my heart Your lament mourned in storms Some cries cling deep in my heart It is who Crossed leagues to die in my arms Who has born to weep in my heart

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    She never asked for money, for gifts and priced ones, she always asked me for priceless love that was worth billions, where I failed.

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    so when asked Who was Prophet's grandson Hussain? I replied : Imbibe in the name of Hussain with his name comes the bliss though his spring lost in deserts of Iraq his treasury has yet vacant threshold raise your hands and ask your wishes in the name of his Baby Doll in her name is Love for Dejected generosity of Hussain extends beyond even a handful of dust from his grave beseech to it in the name of Infant Asghar I kove to call it Khaak e Shifa heals the incurable wounds of heart.

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    so when asked Who was Prophet's grandson Hussain? I replied : Imbibe in the name of Hussain with his name comes the bliss though his spring lost in deserts of Iraq his treasury has yet vacant threshold raise your hands and ask your wishes in the name of his Baby Doll in her name is Love for Dejected generosity of Hussain extends beyond even a handful of dust from his grave beseech to it in the name of Infant Asghar I love to call it Khaak e Shifa heals the incurable wounds of heart.

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    Take it from glass, take it from goblet, else take it from my eyes, the intoxication, you will never come out from

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    Thirty two men keep guarding the tongue. Since it keeps a sense, still speaks non sense.

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    When did I say like this you wait ? To fix your gaze on my portrait. In yearning of me, she is dazed, Thorns in hand firmly she seized, Without a blink, her eyes freezed.

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    When men at forward fail to achieve the goal, they describe the victory lies in defending.

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    You burn like hell, pure red and stormy and I fly like smoke, pure black and gloomy.

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    Your heart and my heart are old mates. They talk, but they never speak, as they speak in holy silence. They beat, they never count, as they beat faster, more faster, as we meet.