English Poetry Philosophy

How much they took the trouble, every work is trapped in hindrance,

Mirror too shined up to what extent, every face become defaced.

Single catastrophe can be compromised, here catastrophe too is perplexed,

The call has come after an age, in swamp feet are trapped.

Although efforts of lightning and deluge, failed to divert goal-seekers,

But in the fate hitherto, a never ending road is destined.

Others received sound applause, by reciting my own philosophy,

Yes, time has shown me such a show, cheaply my being is sold.

Today in the gathering, your coquetry has started decorating confusion,

But alone within the doors and walls of desert, too much I laughed.

Sacrificed all the gains of life, even then there is no compliment,

When searched for the shroud, only an empty bag is remained.

Whole of the gathering became shocked, but slayer is cheerful,

But do not know why so long, dagger wept tears of blood.

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