Locks separated from their keys
And keys separated from their locks
Reminds me
Men separated from their women
And women separated from their men.
I feel sad and preserve this junk.
Junk?
Comes Abdullah with a push cart
‘ThAlam repair, thAlam repair!’
I gave him a lock, he made the key
The lock is happy, the key is happy.
But Abdullah is not Allah
And he can repair only ‘thAlam’