For having pitiful and distressed soiled face

Posted by: Tanveer Rauf on: June 17, 2017

• In: Poetry
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 For having pitiful and distressed  soiled face

You’re the only reason for their soiled face

Don’t cry so copiously, don’t get oneself suffer

The more you brood over the more you suffer

Tell me everything how was your life journey

Mine was full of chaos and shadowy journey

We’re village dwellers, unaware of city sense

We do not disguise our faces akin to city sense

The sound must be of a dry withered leaf Bedil

The rattle can’t be of her footsteps in thy patio

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BEDIL

ye jo chehroñ pe liye gard-e-alam aate haiñ

ye tumhāre hī pashemān-e-karam aate haiñ

itnā khul kar bhī na ro jism kī bastī ko bachā

bārisheñ kam huuñ to sailāb bhī kam aate haiñ

tū sunā terī masāfat kī kahānī kyā hai

mere raste meñ to har gaam pe ḳham aate haiñ

ḳhol chehroñ pe chaḌhāne nahīñ aate ham ko

gaañv ke log haiñ ham shahr meñ kam aate haiñ

vo to ‘bedil’ koī sūkhā huā pattā hogā

tere āñgan meñ kahāñ un ke qadam aate haiñ

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