Something Is On Fire
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Abdul Wahab
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Something is set on fire
It smells, tell my nostrils
But the eyes deny, I See
Neither the smoke nor the object
Perhaps it is the handkerchief
Kept secretly in my iron chest
Without notice it catches fire
Even without match sticks
Let it burn a little as it will
Make little hard, but it hurts
The eyes are dry I neither douse
Nor throw the handkerchief out
As it does not have any end,
Just see how the ashes fly.
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