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Someone asked what scent they like I narrated the story of your breath Something happened in your memory that the breath stopped And people kept thinking that the lover had died In the name of coercion, the skirts were released Those whose claims in love were faithful I haven't cried since I was born He had said that this is the time of examination Man, how can I call this life my life? Not even a breath is in my power Is this the perfection of love? Age is to live and passion is to die Where his pained eyes said goodbye Even today, the heart is standing there waiting for him to come We do not repent for love, love is our profession Do that love in which the friend is not unfaithful You didn't ask, or else 1. Sir-e-Maqtal also used to talk about your name. Faraz, we are not very fond of sleep If you don't see some dreams, you will not live. Such a person is very difficult to meet So that whoever you talk to will get tire...