I am in habit of erasing me in love,
for erasing I love writing me often.
Loneliness is the cause of my craziness,
But I love a lonely roaming often.
Promises he loves to make so much,
with a habit of denying me often!
In your love I’ve earned a too bad name,
thanks for your love framing me often.
Sufficient for sinking, your too deep eyes,
a naughtiness too crazing me often.
Oh pleasure of love, the peace you provide,
is followed by fires burning me often.
(I admit I could not capture the beauty of Arzoo Mehek’s famous Urdu Ghazal)

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