Ghazel 12 by Ghalib
Not the blossom of song not the veil of music
I am the sound of my own breaking
You toy with the length of your dark curls
I am captive to my own dark thoughts
We brag to ourselves that we are different
this weakness has burdened our simple grief
Now you have come and I find myself bowing
this blessing a sadness this prayer a longing
I am a fragment sounding the dawn
you are the walls of my every echo
I am the sound of my own breaking
You toy with the length of your dark curls
I am captive to my own dark thoughts
We brag to ourselves that we are different
this weakness has burdened our simple grief
Now you have come and I find myself bowing
this blessing a sadness this prayer a longing
I am a fragment sounding the dawn
you are the walls of my every echo
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