Na Khaya Ghussa Kabhi Khwancha Se Qismat Ke — Khwaja Haidar Ali Aatish
Meaning
I never swallowed the anger served from fate's tray; that morsel stuck in my throat—what could I do with it?
Explanation
The poet pictures fate as a street vendor's tray full of whatever morsels destiny hands out. He says he never grew angry at this tray, never swallowed his rage against what fate served him. But some bites were simply impossible to take. If a morsel gets stuck in your throat, what can you do? You can't force it down, and you can't easily spit it out. In the same way, there are sorrows life gives us that we can neither accept nor reject. The poet isn't complaining about fate itself. He is gently admitting that some of what destiny offered was too hard to swallow, and in that struggle, he was quite helpless.
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