And on my angreez vohorwod, the woman I am marrying gave me this. A scrapbook with Kashmiri verses.
My afflictions are obvious.
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| Weeds have laid our gardens waste, since conjurors became the gardeners. The commoners learnt the dirty tricks from elites. Among ourselves let us crop our own candour. ~ Abdul Ahad Azad |
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| A yearning dragged my steps to you, To be greeted with wrinkled brows, And a wish sprang from deep within me. “May you live long as Rum Rishi” (a Kashmiri Rishi said to have lived a very long life.) This one is by a poetess named Arnimaal, a woman who had a bright but stupid husband. |
My Congratulations.
Thanks