Iqbal Poetry -1 Hazaron saal nargis apni benoori pe roti hai, Badi mushkil se hota hai chaman meing

deedawar paida.

For ages, the eye shaped Nargis flower, Weeps on it not having the light, It takes a lot before, Someone is born, The one with eyes to see.

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