At the Saarc summitanother failed romance: notice how the suitor has became nervous and tongue-tied, notice how the object of his affections has cruelly started mocking him
He thinks in mournful ghazal:
rahi na taqat-e-guftaar, aur agar ho bhi
to kis ummeed pe kahiye ki aarzoo kya hai
I've lost my power of speech, but even if I hadn't
with what hope could I give voice to my desire?
She thinks in mocking qawwali:
koyee marta hai mare, ham pe ehsaan nahin
unse kyoon bat karein, jinse pehchan nahin!
if he dies over me, let him die
It is not a kindness to me!
why should i talk to someone,
who is no acquaintance of mine!
