"yaro" poems - Hello Poetry

EK BHEED SI LAGI THI SHAYAD MAR GAYA THA KOI, ZANAZA UTHANE KO KI TAIYAR NA THA , KYONKI US MASUM KA PARIWAR NA THA, DEKHA THA MAINE USE KAI DOSTO KE SATH, SOCHA THA ZANAZA TO UTHAYENGE WE HI HATH, JAB KOI NA AAYA TO YAH AAWAZ AAYI, CHALO NIKAL CHALO KE KANHI UTHANA NA PADE, WO DOST THWE JO CHUPE SE BAHAR NIKAL PADE, KAFAN GEELA HUA AANKHO SE MURDA RO RAKA THA, MURDA KHADA HUA KAFAN ME LIPTE HUE , PANHUCHA DOSTO TAK JO JA RAHE THE SIMTE HUE, KANDHE PER RAKHA HATH TO YARO KA DIL DOLA, KAFAN HATA DIYA MURDE NE WO RO ROKAR BOLA, "MARNE PAR NA DOGE KANDHA YE DEKH SARMINDA HU, MAINE TO NATAK KIYA THA YARO ABHI TO MAIN ZINDA HU"...

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC

shibu-zs

MY FAV- MUST READ.

EK BHEED SI LAGI THI SHAYAD MAR GAYA THA KOI, ZANAZA UTHANE KO KI TAIYAR NA THA , KYONKI US MASUM KA PARIWAR NA THA, DEKHA THA MAINE USE KAI DOSTO KE SATH, SOCHA THA ZANAZA TO UTHAYENGE WE HI HATH, JAB KOI NA AAYA TO YAH AAWAZ AAYI, CHALO NIKAL CHALO KE KANHI UTHANA NA PADE, WO DOST THWE JO CHUPE SE BAHAR NIKAL PADE, KAFAN GEELA HUA AANKHO SE MURDA RO RAKA THA, MURDA KHADA HUA KAFAN ME LIPTE HUE , PANHUCHA DOSTO TAK JO JA RAHE THE SIMTE HUE, KANDHE PER RAKHA HATH TO YARO KA DIL DOLA, KAFAN HATA DIYA MURDE NE WO RO ROKAR BOLA, "MARNE PAR NA DOGE KANDHA YE DEKH SARMINDA HU, MAINE TO NATAK KIYA THA YARO ABHI TO MAIN ZINDA HU"...

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Zindagi ki piyala itna borha nahi hai ki uski andor me lehron ki mujhme nodia beh sakta hai. Likhen uski andorme ek bindu pani bi nahi itna chota ki isme sagor bon nahi sakta. Koi yaro achanok milta hai to bolta kitna chota hai ye donia Ye mitti andorme bi kya borha? Khodo to isme kobor bonta hai Liken agor Mawla chahe to ye mitti se bi Adam bon sakta hai. Somundor to somundar shabnam (dew) bi Subhan Allah! Aaj kaha aj reh ta hai kal ** jata Kal ko kisi ko kiya pa tha Thalu aftab (sunrise) ki canvusme Ankhi dal kor job sham dol jata hai Kisi Ko zulf ke saye me bemalum Kitne ankhi khu ja ta hai Kis andaar goliche chad aa ta hai Kiso ki kiya pa tha hai Liken mera bhi kitna khush naseeb hai Khali hate aakor bi itni kimti herat angaiz (amazing) majlish me ek hishya bhi mila. Mawla karega keyse Aap ka shukrana Alhamdulillah kiyanat ki Rab taarif Aap ka, Aap ka!

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May 18, 2021

May 18, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC

shofi-ahmed

Alhamdulillah - Taarif Aap Ka

Zindagi ki piyala itna borha nahi hai ki uski andor me lehron ki mujhme nodia beh sakta hai. Likhen uski andorme ek bindu pani bi nahi itna chota ki isme sagor bon nahi sakta. Koi yaro achanok milta hai to bolta kitna chota hai ye donia Ye mitti andorme bi kya borha? Khodo to isme kobor bonta hai Liken agor Mawla chahe to ye mitti se bi Adam bon sakta hai. Somundor to somundar shabnam (dew) bi Subhan Allah! Aaj kaha aj reh ta hai kal ** jata Kal ko kisi ko kiya pa tha Thalu aftab (sunrise) ki canvusme Ankhi dal kor job sham dol jata hai Kisi Ko zulf ke saye me bemalum Kitne ankhi khu ja ta hai Kis andaar goliche chad aa ta hai Kiso ki kiya pa tha hai Liken mera bhi kitna khush naseeb hai Khali hate aakor bi itni kimti herat angaiz (amazing) majlish me ek hishya bhi mila. Mawla karega keyse Aap ka shukrana Alhamdulillah kiyanat ki Rab taarif Aap ka, Aap ka!

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Me dil ka bnda hu janaab dimaag se sochna nhi aaya... Baato ko kese bna k bolu, yr mjhe bolna nhi aaya... Janta hu hota h kuch logo k chehre pe naqaab, pr kya Karu... Fayda utha lete h wo mera, kyoki mjhe naqaab utarna nhi aaya... Fareb ka choga pehan k, dilo Ko jeetna nhi aaya... Lagta h bewkoof hu jyada, duniya ki reet samjh hi nhi paya... "Yaha ki yhi reet h yhi riwaj h... Har ek acha h, har ek k chehre pe naqaab h... Masumiyat, asliyat, Mohabbat, izzat, sb kho Gaya h show-off k daldalo me... Yaha pe to yaro Jese sb raeesh h or sb nawaab h..." Agr esi h duniya ki reet, to me Anjaan hi Shi hu... Kyoki esa show-off to mjhe karna hi nhi aaya... Me Dil ka bnda hu janaab, dimaag se sochna hi nhi aaya...

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Oct 4, 2017

Oct 4, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC

Sachin24sun

Dil ka bnda

Me dil ka bnda hu janaab dimaag se sochna nhi aaya... Baato ko kese bna k bolu, yr mjhe bolna nhi aaya... Janta hu hota h kuch logo k chehre pe naqaab, pr kya Karu... Fayda utha lete h wo mera, kyoki mjhe naqaab utarna nhi aaya... Fareb ka choga pehan k, dilo Ko jeetna nhi aaya... Lagta h bewkoof hu jyada, duniya ki reet samjh hi nhi paya... "Yaha ki yhi reet h yhi riwaj h... Har ek acha h, har ek k chehre pe naqaab h... Masumiyat, asliyat, Mohabbat, izzat, sb kho Gaya h show-off k daldalo me... Yaha pe to yaro Jese sb raeesh h or sb nawaab h..." Agr esi h duniya ki reet, to me Anjaan hi Shi hu... Kyoki esa show-off to mjhe karna hi nhi aaya... Me Dil ka bnda hu janaab, dimaag se sochna hi nhi aaya...

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Born in a remote village somewhere in the North Yaro Where the fulanli herdsmen twirl sticks as they guard cattles Yaro Makes one remember that boy in the bible who tended to his father's sheep all day Yaro Life was rosy, bed warm and cosy. Mother was called "Mama" and age stricken father was "abba". I sometimes wondered who matchmaked them Mother looked like she was babysitting the world Father looked like he was going to die any minute But they loved me and that was all my infant mind wanted For you see I was nothing but a Yaro. I loved the mornings, when goats where being let out of sheds And I ran around the huts in our compounds In between my father's leg and over my mother's lap Bowls of koko and ***** of kosai couldn't quieten me. I never knew your breakfast of "Kellogs varieties" or One apple a day, to keep the doctor at bay. For you see I was nothing but a Yaro. But I was alright or so I thought. The afternoons were spent chasing Hassan and Hussein Those "wicked" twins who would not allow our chickens rest My world was coloured brown, brown goats, brown huts Brown sand, brown faces and maybe brown hearts. Brown was the only colour in the world except of course The sky, which was blue sometimes and white at other times. One day, when you were still in homes covered with zinc Father pulled me out of bed and handed me over to some fierce looking men Mother wouldn't look at me, Hassan and Hussein stood far away. Father was the one holding me so I knew he was not dead yet. He handed me my new pair of slippers and pointed to the men "They'll teach you life," he said. "But.." I replied only to be cut short by the sting of a slap "You're nothing but a..." "Yaro", I replied. So this was it..I was leaving me behind. Mother hid behind her layers of clothing like a coward Father stood proud like an English man I stood with all of them around me feeling nothing But what my Yaro mind allowed me to feel.

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Feb 18, 2016

Feb 18, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC

energie

YARO

Born in a remote village somewhere in the North Yaro Where the fulanli herdsmen twirl sticks as they guard cattles Yaro Makes one remember that boy in the bible who tended to his father's sheep all day Yaro Life was rosy, bed warm and cosy. Mother was called "Mama" and age stricken father was "abba". I sometimes wondered who matchmaked them Mother looked like she was babysitting the world Father looked like he was going to die any minute But they loved me and that was all my infant mind wanted For you see I was nothing but a Yaro. I loved the mornings, when goats where being let out of sheds And I ran around the huts in our compounds In between my father's leg and over my mother's lap Bowls of koko and ***** of kosai couldn't quieten me. I never knew your breakfast of "Kellogs varieties" or One apple a day, to keep the doctor at bay. For you see I was nothing but a Yaro. But I was alright or so I thought. The afternoons were spent chasing Hassan and Hussein Those "wicked" twins who would not allow our chickens rest My world was coloured brown, brown goats, brown huts Brown sand, brown faces and maybe brown hearts. Brown was the only colour in the world except of course The sky, which was blue sometimes and white at other times. One day, when you were still in homes covered with zinc Father pulled me out of bed and handed me over to some fierce looking men Mother wouldn't look at me, Hassan and Hussein stood far away. Father was the one holding me so I knew he was not dead yet. He handed me my new pair of slippers and pointed to the men "They'll teach you life," he said. "But.." I replied only to be cut short by the sting of a slap "You're nothing but a..." "Yaro", I replied. So this was it..I was leaving me behind. Mother hid behind her layers of clothing like a coward Father stood proud like an English man I stood with all of them around me feeling nothing But what my Yaro mind allowed me to feel.

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Aao sathiyo Mai tumhe thoda sa vyapar sikha du Machino ki is duniya Mai bikta Ye insan dikha du Suraj se Brahmand tak fir Prithvi se Ye chand tak Kahaniyo k Mai aj hazaro gulistan bicha dun Aao sathiyo Mai.... Badal raha h waqt Ye Yaro badal rahi h duniya Badalti is duniya Mai sambhalta Mai insan dikha du Aao sathiyo Mai... Hai daud yaha par paise ki paise ka mayajaal h Hota ik pal Mai idhar udhar kaisa bedhangi kamal h Kamaal ki is sajish ka Mai tumhe sartaaj bata du Aao sathiyo Mai... Tum dhund rahe the aj jise kal Mai kese mil jaega Jo kho chuka vo ** chuka tu khud ko kese batlaega... Mai batlata hu tumhe ab tum ko bhi Ye chaal sikha du Aao sathiyo Mai...

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Dec 12, 2017

Dec 12, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC

sirRathore

The Machine world

Aao sathiyo Mai tumhe thoda sa vyapar sikha du Machino ki is duniya Mai bikta Ye insan dikha du Suraj se Brahmand tak fir Prithvi se Ye chand tak Kahaniyo k Mai aj hazaro gulistan bicha dun Aao sathiyo Mai.... Badal raha h waqt Ye Yaro badal rahi h duniya Badalti is duniya Mai sambhalta Mai insan dikha du Aao sathiyo Mai... Hai daud yaha par paise ki paise ka mayajaal h Hota ik pal Mai idhar udhar kaisa bedhangi kamal h Kamaal ki is sajish ka Mai tumhe sartaaj bata du Aao sathiyo Mai... Tum dhund rahe the aj jise kal Mai kese mil jaega Jo kho chuka vo ** chuka tu khud ko kese batlaega... Mai batlata hu tumhe ab tum ko bhi Ye chaal sikha du Aao sathiyo Mai...

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Kallo ya koma can sama Kowa ya gaza kaiwa sama Iska a wajen tayi sama Yaro da kudi yaje sama Kato ba kudi ya bar sama Kyawun yan mata ne sama Saurayi da kudi shine sama Kai wannan karni ya hau sama Wai kowa a kasa sai yaje sama Shi ko na saman zai can sama Burin talakawa su hau sama Mai kudi haka zai kara sama Sojan baka zai so yayi sama Dan siyasar banga, shi ma sama Yan siyasa, kowa muje sama Masu mulki burin su suje sama Sun manta Allah ne yayi sama Da abin da yake sama can sama Ya mallaki komai a cikin sama Har ikon da yake kasa da sama In yace komai yayi sama zai sama In yace kowa yayi sama zai sama A cikin ikon sa da ke sama

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Jan 30, 2022

Jan 30, 2022 at 2:00 AM UTC

Safana

Sama, da yin sama na Allah ne

Kallo ya koma can sama Kowa ya gaza kaiwa sama Iska a wajen tayi sama Yaro da kudi yaje sama Kato ba kudi ya bar sama Kyawun yan mata ne sama Saurayi da kudi shine sama Kai wannan karni ya hau sama Wai kowa a kasa sai yaje sama Shi ko na saman zai can sama Burin talakawa su hau sama Mai kudi haka zai kara sama Sojan baka zai so yayi sama Dan siyasar banga, shi ma sama Yan siyasa, kowa muje sama Masu mulki burin su suje sama Sun manta Allah ne yayi sama Da abin da yake sama can sama Ya mallaki komai a cikin sama Har ikon da yake kasa da sama In yace komai yayi sama zai sama In yace kowa yayi sama zai sama A cikin ikon sa da ke sama

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Yarinya! Born into a life which gave you little or no choices. Your basket of options had only oranges for sale and a tray to balance on your head. Yarinya! Your small feet tread the path baked hot by the mean African sun. Yarinya! Working to cater for the adult mouths of those who forged you. Yarinya! Life has so much to offer you but how your arms are deprived their right to reaching out because they support the tray on your head. Yarinya! The rags you wear shall not mark you out for shame. Yarinya! Your kind have shaped the world for the better. Yarinya! I heard about another of your kind who once sold bread on the streets of Lagos. They say she unconsciously walked into a picture and for her, that was the beginning of a new story. Yarinya! The tray on your head shall not suppress the intellect hidden in your head. Yarinya! Until I find you, hold on to that tray and sell the best oranges you can find. Until I find you, bear the blisters on your feet for lack of shoes. Until I find you, keep your story alive on your lips. When I find you, we'll sell your story, "Yarinya Mai Talle." And the world will know that her children deserve much more than just clean water and UNICEF endorsements or a tray of hawker's items and a society dead to its conscience. Yarinya! Where ever you are, On the streets of Italy or under the bridge in Lagos, Under the "dogon yaro" tree in Kano or in your father's house in Brazil Until I find you, God keep you from those seeking to marry you at five so they can wife you at eight. *Yarinya-means "young female" #DiariesOfAnAfricanChild #ChildMarriage #ModernSlavery #ChildProstitution #AwakenYourConscience #IfIWereYourChild #PhotosByOlumideOresugun #Liferadio101 #Energie

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC

energie

YARINYA

Yarinya! Born into a life which gave you little or no choices. Your basket of options had only oranges for sale and a tray to balance on your head. Yarinya! Your small feet tread the path baked hot by the mean African sun. Yarinya! Working to cater for the adult mouths of those who forged you. Yarinya! Life has so much to offer you but how your arms are deprived their right to reaching out because they support the tray on your head. Yarinya! The rags you wear shall not mark you out for shame. Yarinya! Your kind have shaped the world for the better. Yarinya! I heard about another of your kind who once sold bread on the streets of Lagos. They say she unconsciously walked into a picture and for her, that was the beginning of a new story. Yarinya! The tray on your head shall not suppress the intellect hidden in your head. Yarinya! Until I find you, hold on to that tray and sell the best oranges you can find. Until I find you, bear the blisters on your feet for lack of shoes. Until I find you, keep your story alive on your lips. When I find you, we'll sell your story, "Yarinya Mai Talle." And the world will know that her children deserve much more than just clean water and UNICEF endorsements or a tray of hawker's items and a society dead to its conscience. Yarinya! Where ever you are, On the streets of Italy or under the bridge in Lagos, Under the "dogon yaro" tree in Kano or in your father's house in Brazil Until I find you, God keep you from those seeking to marry you at five so they can wife you at eight. *Yarinya-means "young female" #DiariesOfAnAfricanChild #ChildMarriage #ModernSlavery #ChildProstitution #AwakenYourConscience #IfIWereYourChild #PhotosByOlumideOresugun #Liferadio101 #Energie

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Bauchi naman-keya, ga kitse ga tauri Bauchi kaya bakusan nagida ba, ku keta rigan yaro ku keta rigan baba Bauchi talala mai kamar sake, ta nesa mekamar akama amma kuma tai-nisa Baku son kudi sai iko, ana ganinku wawaye, kuna ganin su sune wawa Gabaruwa mejima ta Malam Yakubu, meson yini zai kwana, mai kwana zaiyi wata, me wata zai shekara, daga shekara ka zauna dabas, garin karo kuma garin harga Allah Dada Yaro kaso fada kwari ya kare, garin kaso mutun karasa abin bashi, garu gara da naka in babu naka kare yafika Bauchi biwai namijin gari

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Jun 22, 2021

Jun 22, 2021 at 7:46 AM UTC

Mgwords

Bauchi

Bauchi naman-keya, ga kitse ga tauri Bauchi kaya bakusan nagida ba, ku keta rigan yaro ku keta rigan baba Bauchi talala mai kamar sake, ta nesa mekamar akama amma kuma tai-nisa Baku son kudi sai iko, ana ganinku wawaye, kuna ganin su sune wawa Gabaruwa mejima ta Malam Yakubu, meson yini zai kwana, mai kwana zaiyi wata, me wata zai shekara, daga shekara ka zauna dabas, garin karo kuma garin harga Allah Dada Yaro kaso fada kwari ya kare, garin kaso mutun karasa abin bashi, garu gara da naka in babu naka kare yafika Bauchi biwai namijin gari

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