Sharad Purnima k ratri prahar mein
pragar k sushma jal mein
jab shishu matsya mamta k aanchal ko odhe
nidra k god mein swargiya anand mein leen the
tab kuchh matsya, yauvan jinke jeevan ko dastak de rahi thee
abhisaar mein lipta, nayee shrishti mein leen the
har pushpa ki pankhuriyon par
osh ki bunde chandrama ki prakash mein
heere ki tarah prakashit ho rahi theee
jiske pratibimba ki chhata se prerit
koyee kavi ratri ki nayeeka k liye
ek gazal ki rachna kar raha ho
phir osh ki har bundon ko apni kavita mein pirokar
ratri ki nayeeka ko uphaar swarup bhent ke liye
ek gazra bana raha thaa.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem