Ghalib's anyons

Not that, in thy Urdu, my Love and what it Lost are constrained by barzakh's, One Dimensional, wit

But that Alterity's anyons have explained how, to exhaust Irony, the intensional is knit

 Love's soliton betrays ipseity ; Song's flight, Sorrow's cage

& bowels knotted in rage, Spite's bight, berays this page