ASK ME NOT ...
Ask me not, "where does it hurt?"
"Where does it hurt?"
Ask your hunting eyes and know
Where does it hurt?
Pierced was I with Cupid's arrow.
When did it come? hardly know.
Awhile, after fire is alight,
Takes for smoke to rise.
Heart of mine is aching.
Do not apply any herbs of cure.
Relief is but brief, pain then
flares up more and more.
Ramesh Shah
[Translation of a song:
"Humse kya poochhte ho?"]
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