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The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof. Roads are empty, travellers all gone. Once again My night begins to converse with its loneliness; My visitor I feel has come once again. Henna stains one palm, blood wets another; One eye poisons, the other cures. - Faiz Ahmed Faiz
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