Jab dard is dil ko hota hai
waqt kahin tham jata hai..
saas chalti jaati hai........
waqt ki thokar khati hai..
dil k sapnon k sheeshey
aankhon mein yun chubhte hain..
fir naynon k ashkon k moti
man ki maala ban jate hain.....
jab sapnon k par
satya dharatal par aate hain..
kyn vishamtaon ke dal-dal mein
ye ulajh kar rah jate hain
jivan ke is jangal mein
patjhar ati lamba hai..
isliye shayad roshni ki ye kirnen
chuti nahi dharatal ko..
khushiyon k kiwad me
shayad kahin jang lagi hai..
isliye nahi aa pate hain..
tod saari janjiron ko..
man ho harshit, jivan pulkit..
aisi rahti aashaa hai..
par kyon in vishamtaon ke
aandhi se aati sirf nirasha hai.....
aati sirf nirasha hai.................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bhaavnaayein itni sundar hain shabdon ne khud mujhs se kaha...