The storm is hushed, the agony is o'er.
I would not feel again
The passion and the pain.
Do not again come knocking at my door.
Leave me alone. Put not into my hand
A broken cup, though bound with golden band,
Lest I with thirsty lip
Once more its passions sip.
Still let it lie, all shattered on the sand.
Leave me alone. I followed, long ago,
Joy to its tomb, with tolling marches slow.
Wake not my buried slain,
Only to die again.
Leave me to peace___'tis all I hope to know.
Leave me alone. I may not quite forget
The buried love, whose sweetness thrills me yet;
But let the willow wave;
Rake not a grass-grown grave;
Break not the turf, for fresh-rung tears to wet.
♥♥ Gile kagaz ki tarha hai zindgi apni, koi jalata bhi nahi or koi bahata bhi nahi,
is kadar akele hai raahon me dil ki, koi satata bhi nahi aur koi manata bhi nahi... ♥♥
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