Naadan sanam ki masoomiyat se haar jate hain.
Salaam kar ke milte hain, seena chaak kar ke jate hain.
Translated into a Lantern poetry
Naive
Stony heart;
Blessed my life;
And left, ripping me
apart!
Context: This piece points out the irony of “Salam” as greeting between parting lovers (a blessing for a long life).
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