19 Quotes by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
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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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Separation shall not defineBeats getting weak in my heartInsteadBe lull but me mineDarling—stay bleak in my heartYour lament mourned in stormsSome cries cling deep in my heartIt is whoCrossed leagues to die in my armsWho has born to weep in my heart
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so when asked Who was Prophet's grandson Hussain?I replied :Imbibe in the name of Hussainwith his name comes the blissthough his spring lost in deserts of Iraqhis treasury has yet vacant thresholdraise your hands and ask your wishesin the name of his Baby Dollin her name is Love for Dejectedgenerosity of Hussain extends beyondeven a handful of dust from his gravebeseech to it in the name of Infant AsgharI love to call it Khaak e Shifaheals the incurable wounds of heart.
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Thirty two men keep guarding the tongue. Since it keeps a sense, still speaks non sense.
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A poem I may never complete / A prosody that may never have rhythm / A rhyming of broken syllables / A Gazal without her mention / Her incomplete gaze; in spite of my presence / My youth without her love is tainted fruit / The fruit that if eaten is committing sin / My soul is imprisoned in the custody of evil orchard / The orchard of despair instead.
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When men at forward fail to achieve the goal, they describe the victory lies in defending.
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In the City of Ishq,Very few are scorched by hatredAnd many stars are broken by Love.
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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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Lift me, Gift mesome flowersPale and rare.Bereave me of love,Tear me bare.I was all chasing your ShadowIn a desert VastI had to tell thee NumberlessGrievances of past
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