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A corner of the sky glows with a warm golden light

as if you playfully splashed colors on the book of life –

 

The things that weigh down ordinary days dissolve

in a haze, realization grows from the heart of strife –

 

The city of our times is shrouded with deathly dust

as if Ghalib’s ghazals finally broke their link with life –

 

Life’s journey often seems a desert day mirage

Come night, the moon and stars, the sky a festival of lights –

 

Walk with me, be my friend, let’s see the sights of this city together

Time is short, and who has seen the destination of life –