philosphy
In the realm of wisdom, where the heart finds its flame, There lived a poet, Allama Iqbal, renowned by name. A visionary soul, with verses that soared, His words a symphony, the spirit they implored.
In the tapestry of time, his quill left a trace, A poet-philosopher, weaving dreams with grace. Queer is the pity, when people seek solace in a jar, In the sorrows of others, find refuge from afar.
Oh, the irony of humanity, drowning in a bitter brew, While Iqbal’s verses beckon, a higher truth to pursue. With every drop consumed, a deeper sorrow unfurls, Yet, in Iqbal’s wisdom, the elixir of hope swirls.
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For those who seek solace in the poison of despair, Iqbal’s words echo, a reminder to handle with care. In shared grief, find strength, in empathy unite, Not in the numbing haze of spirits, but in the poet’s light.
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Queer is the pity, when the heart seeks refuge in a glass, In Iqbal’s verses, find solace that forever will amass. Raise not the bottle, but the spirit within, In unity and compassion, let a new era begin.
