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PALAK-MAHROOM May 2017
Jivan ke rangraliyon men kho jayenge,
Aankhon se ojhal sare hojayenge,
Ye apne, ye mausam, ye rut pyare,
Hoke juda ye phir kabhi na aayenge
Phir na aayenge, ye phir na aayenge,
Aankhon men, rut ki huliya rah jayengi,
Ye jayengi, suni galiyan rah jayengi,
Phir Isme basengi yadon ki ve saughaten,
Jo jati huvi lamhen de jayengi,
Chhaye hain jo rang, ye phir na
chhayenge,
Phir na aayenge, ye phir na aayenge,
Tujhko niharon, ya dekhun teri surat,
Aankhon men guzre pal ki parchhaie hai,
In viranen rahon men, fizaon men,
Sang hain yaden, phir bhi ik tanhaie hai,
Guzre pal dil ko dukhayenge,
Phir na aayenge, ve phir na aayenge,
Basti rahe, har bar khyalon ki Duniya,
Chalti-chale har bar ummeedon ki duniya,
Mit-te huve sanshar ke sang mit jayenge,
Phir na aayenge ye phir na aayenge,
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Urdu poem in Roman fonts
PALAK MAHROOM
SmArTy Jan 2018
Es kadaake wali..thand me chai ki tarah bankar aajao na tum.
.
Sukhha sa pada hai mere dil ka registan ek baarish bankar aajao na tum
.
Nhi raha jaata es andhere wali Zindagi me,
Ek roshni ki kiran leke aajaao na tum.
.
Sab jaante  nhi hai mere dil ki raani **,
Ek baar aake bta jaao na tum
.
Dukh bad gye hai intzar me tumhaare.
Ek khushi banke dil me sama jaaao na tum.
.
Plzz plzZ plzZ
Meri lyf main aajao na tum.
.
.
.
#SmArTy...
Feelings
SmArTy Jan 2018
Bhot yaad aati hai ab.
Raha nhi jaata hai mujhe ab
Jaanta hu shayad pa nhi paunga tumhe.
Fr b bs tumhara hi supna aata hai ab.
Bhot yaad aati hai ab.
Plz come in my lyf
Dr zik Jun 2015
Weather is changing from time to time
But there is not even a single change
In the mood with which I recall you

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بدلے ہیں کئی رنگ، فضاوں نے، تیرے بعد
اِک بار، تیری یاد کا منظر نہیں بدلا۔۔۔۔۔۔
badlay hayn kei rang, fazaao nay tayray baad
ik baar tayri yaad ka manzar nahi badlaa



Poets are invited to make translation from Urdu Poetry to English and other languages.
Critics are invited to make positive criticism through messages.
I am waiting with full devotion and eagerness.

Dr ZIK Poetry an extract from "Rah Takti Ankh" Urdu Poetry.

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