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They ask me why I limp through the bazaars, clutching my side where no sword has cut. They ask why my laughter sounds like shattered glass, and my eyes carry the weight of a monsoon that never falls.

The Lovely Wound

You are the knife and the balm. You are the one who broke my ribs open, then filled my hollow chest with moonlight. tere ishq mein ghayal

Not by the careless turn of your wrist, or the sharp edge of your goodbye. No—I was wounded by the first sajda of your eyelash. You looked at me, and I bled poetry. They ask me why I limp through the

For in this wound, I have found my soul’s address. And there is no cure I want. No healing I seek. tere ishq mein ghayal