Let
me make the deal on your favor.
I
gave you all the corners of half opened doors
where
I used to cry in my childhood.
All
the empty walls of my sobbing murky evenings are yours.
All
the agonies that even the termites could not destroy are yours.
I
made almost everything on your name.
Jungle,
parvat, basti, sahera,
Ashiq,
ruswaan, shaayar, Insha all is yours.
After
giving everything I had so far away I am not a destitute yet.
After emptying my both hands I just kept you for
mine.
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