ثروت حسین کی خودکشی Sep 09, 1996 موت کے درندے می…

There is a attraction in the beast of death Sarwat
People say anything about suicide
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Name Sarwat Hussain and Takhlis Sarwat Thaku. Born on November 9, 1949 in Karachi. MA in Urdu literature from Karachi University. He was associated with teaching at Jamia Millia College Malir. Here are the names of his books: ′′ On the half of the planet ′′ Khakdan His unpublished verse is under the name of ′′ A bowl of water The story of Parveen Shakir and Sarwat Hussain's love has been discussed in literary circles for a long time, of some people. Parveen Shakir's disloyalty has negative impacts on Sarwat Hussain's personality. Sarwat Hussain attempted suicide in September 1993 after being under the train and lost both feet, 3 years later 1996 I left the world because of such an effort
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Closed the green book and the door of story.
That eye slept and made the dreams come true

The flood of fire has passed away.
Passing without a tent and a desert.

There were many Egypt, God's steadfast and steadfast.
So I liked the mirror and the sky

Sarwat on the same island of prayer
It's time to raise your hands of prayers
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If I ever build a house in the forest
Let us make that peacock a tree

All the mirrors flow
I should also make a sailor

The distance is just one decision
Should I choose a stone or make wings?

The bird from a flowing fire
Let me make it together in my arms

I'll give the house to the people who pass around.
Let's make the threshold a journey

If you have free time of dreams
Make another ocean and sea
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One day I also went out to the garden of Aden
When I broke the branch, my hand burnt

All the walls and walls are looking new.
How much this city has changed in a few days

I was sleeping and I will dream about me.
A dragon swallowed the love of lamp

Childhood sleep broke due to her silence
The song from my lips has passed away in the morning.

The house was lit by the fire of loneliness
Sarwat, the pain of heart, went into songs.
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When the wounds will be healed, I will come again.
I lost the war but my heart did not lose

It is bright in the dark garden of my age.
The time I spent in this meeting

Suggestion for myself nude
And we sent a flower for him from the branch

Learn something the way to use words
We have spent a lot of time in this busyness.