Ghazal
GHAZAL
Love's drunkyard shines this scrimitar for you.
Rough swoons will pierce a stranger in a bar-for you.
To paradise,the needle's eye is shut-
a camel kneels in purgatory's tar for you.
Never mind hatching fish,swims upstream.
The soggy world will turn to caviar for you.
No,listen!It's caught,I tell you,now-
passing hand to hand at the bazaar for you.
Petrified,the trees uproot and drain.
Elixirs concoct phantoms in that jar for you.
Young heart,your boasting crucifies my ear.
Hush-an arrow rides desire's frantic scar for you.
A pipe is not a pipe nor sign a sign-
So what!My secret stash keeps a cigar for you!
Oh God,you see these prospects do me in.
Whisper,"Yashal,even this,my yaar, for you."
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