Mataye loh-o-qalam cheen gai to kiya gum hai
ke khune-dil main dubo li hai ungliyaN main ne
zabaN pe mohar lagi hai to kiya, ke rukh di hai
har aik halqa-e-zanjeer main zubaN main ne
Who cares!* - if (they) snatched my pen and paper
as I dipped fingers in my bleeding heart
What if sealed is (my) recital,
as I sublimed roar in each girdle of the shackle
* May be read as No grief!
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Amazing..
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