Why would the smell of blood not emanate from this letter? After all, it has been written by that very executioner.

In classical ghazals, the beloved is often playfully yet painfully cast as an executioner whose indifference slays devoted admirers. Here, the poet opens a letter and claims it reeks of blood—turning emotional cruelty into a vivid, visceral sensation. It is a dramatic blend of dark wit and heartbreak, reminding us that every word from an unsparing lover carries the sting of a mortal wound.