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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Shah Abdul Latif BhitaiTimeline (1689 - 1752) |
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Wind blew! The sand enveloped the body,
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Wind blew! The sand enveloped the body,
Whatever little life left, is to see the beloved. These Naangas go to Hinglaj To see Mother Kali, They have been to Dwarka, These worshippers of Shiva. There is nothing like them On the Frontier Or in Sindh Or in Hindustan! They have woven their souls in Rama: Inside of them, there is only Rama: Where Shiva oversees, that is where they settle. I am conversant with the Yogis Who always seek the sun. All the hours of the day, their eyes are on mother Kali.
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