The person who once used to make at least false promises of coming here has now, O Zafar, stopped making even those promises for a long time.
Bahadur Shah Zafar captures the quiet ache of fading hope and utter neglect. There was a time when the beloved would at least offer empty, false promises of visiting—and even those lies were a comfort because they gave the heart something to wait for. Now, absolute indifference has set in; by abandoning even the pretense of a promise, the beloved has stripped away the very last shred of illusion.
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