A girl whose name is love, is missing, is missing
Simple wisher, beautiful looking, is missing, is missing
Her looks are like that of fairies
Her nature is like that of Mariam
When she laughs, the flowers fall
When she walks, she looks like a gazal
She is tall like the sarroo tree
But her age is hardly like that of fire
But she can understand the talks of eyes
She is missing since ages
But it appears as yesterday's talk
It appears as today's talk
It appears as now's talk
Just now, she was standing with me
Just now, she is not with me
What is this deception, what is this stranding
My thinking is very much surprised
My eyes are searching the colour of
Face of everybody coming or going
And are searching that girl
At the dawn of evening when in market
On the turns, fragrance starts appearing
When idleness, lethargy and uneasiness
Starts accumulating on the four-way crossings
In this Noisy loneliness
The absence of that girl eats me up
The absence of that girl becomes apparent
Every moment it appears to me
Every day it appears to me
In the celebrations and in the crowds
In the accumulated fragrances
She will call me
I will recognize her
She will recognize me
But in this flood of noise
Nobody calls me
Nobody looks towards me
But I don't know why I get the feeling
But I don't know why I appear to see
Every day in every crowd
Her statue appears to be going
But only I am not able to see her
I remain lost in the face of
That lost girl
I keep on deteriorating in her sorrow
I keep on depleting in her sorrow
I bind that girl with my oath
I bind that girl with her oath
I bind that girl with everybody's oath
I bind that girl with world's oath
I bind that girl with God's oath
If she is somewhere reading or hearing
If she's living or dying
Once she should come and meet me
She should not put a blot on my sincerity
Otherwise I can not live
I can not write any song
A girl whose name is love, is missing, is missing
Simple wisher, beautiful looking, is missing, is missing.
ust now, she was standing with me Just now, she is not with me What is this deception, what is this stranding My thinking is very much surprised the sadness, the longing of the lover. very fine poem.tony
Absence makes the heartfelt, and parting makes the pain everlasting. Reading this Im reminded of all those first loves where the pain was sweetest. A fine poem for POTD.
A great lyrical poem inked in quest of the fairy and love dreamed by a lover.
He accepted his wife to be his wife (the marriage was an arranged marriage) because she had the same look and features as his love in his youth. That was aure his only true love. How saddest is the impact of an arranged marriage.
I know that his married life was not happy, since he had written this poem about love. The themes in almost all his poems are oft about DYING and DEATH
He died of alcohol poison (drunk too much, so he got livercirosis and died very young at the age of 35 years.
I know the name of Love in Hindi (Indian) that is SNEHA. Not my lover, but I know that Love is Sneha as the name. Truly fantastic poem by the late great poet
A most beautiful Punjabi poem created by the late poet Shiv Kumar Batalvi. He died at a very young age,37 years, so happy to be able to read this Classic Poem Of The Day. Thank you so much dear Poem Hunter and Team! A very enjoyable read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great lyrical poem from 'The Sultan of Pain' Shiv Kumar Batalvi. This poem reflects the longing and sadness of lover for his beloved who seems to have gone missing without any trace. Loved this song and his entire poetry. This English translation has truly brought the essence of the original poem. Kudos for this brilliant effort. I wish the translator was also given due credits.