A cruel ratio

An Emily Dickenson poem:

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay.
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.

( A farthing is an old outdated coin of very little value)

Kanwar

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koi aisa ahal-e-dil ho ke fasana-e-mohabbat,
main use suna ke roun, woh mujhe suna ke roye
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