In this cavern of shadows, my night's sorrow swells,
A solitary candle, dawn's harbinger, silently dwells.
O, newcomers to the chessboard of a heart's desire,
Beware, if the thirst for novelty sets your souls afire.
Behold me, with eyes that see lessons etched deep,
Listen to me, if counsel your ears wish to keep.
The scar of separation, from the night's embrace burned,
A single flickering flame remains, its fervor now spurned.
These meanings arrive from the unseen, in thought's embrace,
'Ghalib's' pen, a voice of the celestial space.
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