Loving Him Feels Like Mourning Over Someone Whose Alive. If He Told Me Where He Buried That Boy, I'd
Loving him feels like mourning over someone whose alive. If he told me where he buried that boy, I'd spend the rest of my life digging him up.
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I don't think y'all understand how gut-wrenchingly beautiful Urdu poetry is, like Ahmed faraz literally said:
رنجش ہی سہی دل ہی دکھانے کے لئے آ
آ پھر سے مجھے چھوڑ کے جانے کے لئے آ Let it be anguish, even to torture my heart, come Come even if only to abandon me to torment again.
Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa
Aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa.
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— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King