Sorrows of love, weren’t they mine to bear?
Did flames of passion not replace love’s care?
Those who resolve, their goals they attain,
Do riders not fall, yet rise up again?
The world’s been a foe of love through the years,
Do hearts not burn with envy and tears?
Love and disputes, they go hand in hand,
Do quarrels not arise where love takes a stand?
Where’s Laila now, and where’s Majnu’s tale?
Don’t promises break in this modern trail?
You ask when I confessed my love to you,
But tell me first, when did I not stay true?
Each time I spoke, my love was sincere,
Yet "Geet’s" heart was hurt, wasn’t it clear?
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