ANGUISH

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 ANGUISH

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Why to grudge with you

Why to scribble my anguish

Ink has dried up, pen 

Till what extent shall I write what I received from you

You gave me plenty of suffering

And to what extent shall I write about blessings from you

You equally distribute 

Why should I scribble your lapses  only?

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