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Apr 2019
I asked God—standing; lying prone tonight
Tears made visible God's throne tonight

Mi'raj—so God raised Muhammad to Skies
Then don't tell me, Lord is alone tonight

Love turned hatred—this is not her act
God! Who turned her heart stone tonight?

Ah! Holy anxiety—I am gruelled—By God
With teary eyes and hollow bone tonight
Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
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Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh  22/M/Srinagar
(22/M/Srinagar)   
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