"sundar" poems
Dard ko bya karu kese
Dard to muskhurahat m v h
Kuch chuphi chahat m v h
Mohobbat k kuch alfaz v h dard
Aankhon S jhalakti barsaat v h dard
Wo tute khwab v h dard
Wo bunte aash v h dard
Aurat ki dabi hue awaaz v h dard
Dard zindagi ka ek sundar hissa h
Jo hme khushiyon ki talash tk le jata h
dard hi to wo sabdh h
Jo khushiyon S hmari pehechan krwata h
Bin dard k khushiyon k maaene kha h
Dard to wo gulab k fhul ke kaatein sa h
Jo fhul ko or khubsurat bnata h
Dard hme khudh dard S larna sikhata h
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 11:38 AM UTC
Thoda Tum yaad karoge
Thoda hum yaad karenge
Isi me beet jayegi yeh zindagi
Khuch lamhe aur lamhe lamho me
Bas ek kahani se dusri kahani
Jurd jaati hai is sundar si duniya me
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
“Sundar means beautiful,” the natives write—
The mangroves of south dance beneath daylight
With the flair of a gypsy drunk and bold
Swirling her skirt of salt. And callous gold
Prowls the swamp after trotting prey in flight.
The sentinels of south guard through the night
And push and pull against the windy might;
Behind their sieving shields, beliefs still hold—
Sundar means beautiful.
The men of south venture without invite
For honey, wood and fish into the plight;
The wives, like fortune, wait at the threshold
Praying and cursing gods foreign or old
As sleepless children scramble to recite—
Sundar means beautiful.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC