In shadows deep, within my core,
The night of sorrow surges, wanting more.
A single candle, silent, in the square,
A muted witness to despair.
The wound of parting, seared by night's embrace,
The wound of parting, time cannot erase.
A single candle, burning low and frail,
A silent story, meant to fail.
In shadows deep, the sorrow's tidal flow.
Thoughts like phantoms, flicker in my mind,
Thoughts like phantoms, I can't leave behind.
Ghalib's spirit, the pen's lamenting grace,
A whispered echo in this haunted place.
In shadows deep, the sorrow's burning heat,
A single candle, in this silent street.
In shadows deep, the sorrow's pulse, complete.
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