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Would you mind giving a little touch of heart?

See staring stand still with wide eyes
The evening pink colour of the trees apart
Watching me and you in this Falgun
I want you dear the whole of you
Not sharing with others but alone
And never like to take apart of it
Give me the whole of your soul
And not like a beggar a little bit
Andalusia and Granada were once so rich
Where the glories of these cities gone?
Your pretty mind too will be lost in pitch
Darkness of the cruel age some day
When the symphony of the time will stop
O! Afraid to your utter dismay
Being unable to play the flute of rain
Better come in my life as Ghalib’s Ghazal
See how alone I am for you in pain. n

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Would you mind giving a little touch of heart? See staring stand still with wide eyes The evening pink colour of the trees apart Watching me and you in this Falgun I want you dear the whole of you Not sharing with others but alone And never like to take apart of it Give me the whole of your soul And not like a beggar a little bit Andalusia and Granada were once so rich Where the glories of these cities gone? Your pretty mind too will be lost in pitch Darkness of the cruel age some day When the symphony of the time will stop O! Afraid to your utter dismay Being unable to play the flute of rain Better come in my life as Ghalibs Ghazal See how alone I am for you in pain. n