poetry

Apnee vahshat kee numaish mujhey
manzoor na tthee
Varna dushvaar na ttha chaak
gareebaan hona

- Iqbal

I could lie down like a tired child,/And weep away the life of care/ Which I have borne and yet must bear,/ Till Death like sleep might steal one me
- Shelley

I’m not so weak;/ But thinking on an absent wife/ Will blanch a faithful cheek
- Byron ('Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage)