A teenager writes his first Ghazal,
and a word stands out in the lines, like none other
a word that is the soul of his first sensation
a word that has all its letters tattooed on his vivacious
mind
An old man writes his last Ghazal,
and there is a word he can't recollect
a word that was a memory in itself, like none other
He curses his old age and burns the paper,
the board, the hall and all that can lose its entity to fire
Here, reduced to ashes- all regrets, all desires and an ordinary
rhyme
As he closes his eyes , he sees the immortal ink shaping the
smile on a teenager's face
Alas! umpteen synonyms couldn't match the grandeur of a
single word.
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