Katba
Yahan wo larki so rahi hai
K Jis ki ankhun ne neend se khaab mol le kar
Apni umer rat jage mein guzar di thi
Ajeeb Intizar tha us ka
K jis ne taqdeer k tunk hosla mahajan k hath
bas aik darecha neem baz k sukh pe
shehr ka shehr rehan karwa dia tha
lekin wo ik tara
k jis ki kirnun k man pe
chand se harifana kashmakash thi
Jab is k mathe pe khilne wala hua
to is pal
sapeda sehr bhi namodar ho chuka tha
Yeh Lamha aa chuka tha
K Jis ki ankhun ne neend se khaab mol le kar
Apni umer rat jage mein guzar di thi
Ajeeb Intizar tha us ka
K jis ne taqdeer k tunk hosla mahajan k hath
bas aik darecha neem baz k sukh pe
shehr ka shehr rehan karwa dia tha
lekin wo ik tara
k jis ki kirnun k man pe
chand se harifana kashmakash thi
Jab is k mathe pe khilne wala hua
to is pal
sapeda sehr bhi namodar ho chuka tha
Yeh Lamha aa chuka tha
posted by Bia at 10:48 AM
2 Comments:
like Shakespeare describes the stages of human life in one of his play...the third stage was:
'and then the love, sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow.'
mujhay to yahi legta hai...itni sad poem..hehehe...koi chakker hai....you just reverse the saying of Shakespeare...i.e. in place of mistress you can say mister..lolzzz
X-(
hahahahha
lolz
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