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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.
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
Tere ishq mein ghayal— and for the first time, I am perfectly broken. Would you like a Urdu-Hindi transliterated version or a musical lyric adaptation of this piece? They ask me why I limp through the