In my childhood I was lonely every day;
The alley of my heart is where I used to play.
On one hand eyelashes would offer there defence,
But on the other gushing tears would find their way.
How wonderful and strange the fairgrounds of my life!
In all the shops desires in full were on display.
Could suicide provided the means of easing pain?
In death so man pitfalls and dilemmas lay.
In the earlier days the pangs of fasting were endured.
The mind and heart, oppressed by hunger, die today.
-Ghazal by Javed Akhatar (Quiver)
