Woh piyar na tha ek bhool thi bas,
Main aaj bhi usper nadim hoon,
Jazbat ka ek toofan utha,
Main beh nikli,
Kiya kar baithi.
Jo pauda maine lagaya tha,
Jab phoolon se woh bharne laga,
Kutch kante bhi phir ugne lage.
Jo rooh maen meri chubhne lage,
Kutch shak ka zther tha kanton mein,
Kutch pather bhi the rahon mein.
Kutch meri ana bhi khudsar thi,
Ya meri muhabbat kamtar thi.
Main seench na payee paudon ko,
Ek phool mera murjha bhi geya.
Main door hui phir gulshan se,
Darwaza khula rakha hota,
Shayed main wapas aa jati.
Aiy kash yeh waqt peeche laute,
Us mor pe phir pahunchaye mujhe,
Main apni rah badal daloon,
Aur aisi rah pe ja nikloon,
Jahan kante hon na pather ho,
Phoolon se bhara mera pauda ho.
Khushboo se bhara mera gulshan ho.
Vakayee aap bahut sunder likhti hai.shayad Amritaji k baad aap ki likhi huyee nazmon ko padh raha hun.
Vakayee aap bahut sunder likhti hai.shayad Amritaji k baad aap ki likhi huyee nazmon ko padh raha hun.
Confessions provide peace of mind but regrets make us restless. This poem is a nice description of confessions and regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aapki kavita bahuth pyaari hai. Aur aisi rah pe ja nikloon, Jahan kante hon na pather ho, Phoolon se bhara mera pauda ho. Khushboo se bhara mera gulshan ho. Loved it.