Gazal (1964)

“In one day I could write fifty better poems than that. Really, how can you even call that poetry?”

“Oh and now you’ll say that the poem Ijaaz recited yesterday was nothing!”

“Well, yes. It was, after all, stolen.” 

“Really! And now you’ll say that it was you who wrote it that he stole it from!”

“Why not? It is quite possible.”

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