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Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Be near me Be near me now,My tormenter, my love, be near me—At this hour when night comes down,When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comesWith the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,When it comes with cries of lamentation,                                             with laughter with songs;Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every… Continue reading Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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