Akbar Hussain Akbar Allahabadi Ghazal And Poem English - Page 1

I'm passing through the mart with no intent to buy its

ware.

I am alive but for me life has its zest.

Though I keep my wits intact I lack the wit to do or

dare.

I'll quite the stage of life untainted untouched,

Not even a painted picture I'm a shadow bare

I'm a flower burnt and blighted by the autumn's

blast.

Not a thorn that would hook the skirts of people

everywhere.

Save O God from the tyranny of that dear despot.

I do not seek his favors nor for his kindness care.

Though I can't protest my piety at the bar of God.

I'm not such a sinner for whom my love would care.

Weariness and depression have crossed all

confines.