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The moon touched my shoulder and I longed for a vanished love.
Agha Shahid Ali -
They make a desolation and call it peace.
Agha Shahid Ali
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In the heart's wild space lies the space of wilderness. What won't one lose, what home one won't give forever!
Agha Shahid Ali -
The world is full of paper, write to me.
Agha Shahid Ali -
The man who buries his house in the sand and digs it up again, each evening, learns to put it together quickly and just as quickly to take it apart. My parents sleep like children in the dark. I am too far to hear them breathe.
Agha Shahid Ali -
He’s freed some fire from ice in pity for Heaven. He’s left open—for God—the doors of Hell tonight.
Agha Shahid Ali