Titilion ke paron ke rang bahut,
Aur phoolon ka ek rang ke jo,
Tamkunat ki haseen khushboo se,
Apne aangan me bus mehekta hay,
Jiska yeh ek rang gulabi sa,
Chandni banta hay chamakta hay,
Sehen ka gosha gosha hansta hay,
Rnag un khusbuon mein dhalta hay,
Kitni naslein mahakti hayn inse,
Kitni faslein lahakti hayn inse,
Aur aangan ka eh mehekta gulab,
Inki pakeezgi pe shbnam bhi,
Jab bhi tapki to ehteram ke sath,
Chand ne jabbhi inko dekha to,
Uljha uljha raha wo patton mein,
Aage badhne diya na kharon ne,
Aur sargoshian sitaron ki,
Goonj uthti hayn aasmano mein,
Apni aankhon pe unglian rakh lo,
Aaj aangan mei dikh raha hay gulab,
Jal na jae kanin nigah gustakh.
Koi gulshan nahin yeh aangan hay,
Aur aangan ka yeh gulab ka phool,
Aasmani haseen hooron ki,
Khoobsoorat si ek amanat hay.
I can feel the fragrance of Aangan. Now a days during flat and appartment system the word Aangan is going to be unfamiliar. But Aangan has its own importance. A beautiful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome, laga jaise iski mehak hum tak pahuch rahi hai....10++