Chandelier
A Akhtar Jawad
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My friend gifted me a chandelier,
But my eyes, being blind to others
See a color of their choice,
Unconcerned of the rainbow,
A rotating beauty!
Inheritance, ignorance and obstinacy,
Of a heart having love,
Blended with hate,
I am an especial color blind,
My eyes are sensitive to inherited radiation,
The beauty of others is irritating for me!
Am I the man my friend really meant?
(Lau shama-e-haqueequat ki apni jagah per hay,
Fanoos ki gardish se keya keya nazar aata hay.
Jigar Muradabadi)
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