برا وقت Bad Time Poem by Akhtar Jawad
برا وقت Bad Time
رنگ بکھرے ہیں سمٹنے كے لیے
ہم تو آئے ہیں پلٹتے كے لیے
وقت بیچین تھا دیکھا نہ گیا
اٹھ گئے ہم ہی لپٹنے كے لیے
سات رنگوں کو چرایا ہم نے
وقت کا دھارا اُلٹنے كے لیے
وہ تو ویسا ہی رہا جیسا تھا
کوئی بکھرا ہے سمٹنے كے لیے
آج آیا ہے چلا جائے گا کل
کسی دوجے پہ جھپٹنے كے لیے
Colors diverge to converge
We are here to submerge
Restless was the time
I kissed its splodge
I stole its seven colors
I could not converge
Still same as it was
Many like me diverge
Came today, will leave tomorrow
At another place to disludge
Bura Waqt
Rang bikhre hayN simatne ke liye
hm to aaye hayN palatne ke liye
waqt bechain tha dekha na geya
uth gaye hm hi lipatne ke liye
sat rangoN ko churaya hm ne
waqt ka dhara ulatne ke liye
wh to wysa hi raha jaisa tha
koi bikhra hay simatne ke liye
aaj aaya hay chala jaye ga kal
kisi dooje ph jhapatne ke liye
Time is not bothered. Color is scattered to cope with flood. This poem is very sensitive and thought provoking. Bad time that comes does not last for long. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned...10
Ek khubsurat nazm.......Dil khus ho gaya آج آیا ہے چلا جائے گا کل کسی دوجے پہ جھپٹنے كے لیے aaj aaya hay chala jaye ga kal kisi dooje ph jhapatne ke liye
A beautiful poem with a meaningful message. Very thought provoking.
ruhhsat na karoe abhee humme aaour bheee kaal aayengay subh koe ek ek karkay nibhayengay rukhsat na karoe abhee hmmei
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 12:37:41 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
The seven colors are not familiar to me. I am sure that I lost other intents too.