Apni meethi vani -sada- main
Faakhta
Soch-vichar main hai.
***
har pattay, phool pe
Baithay motiay
shabnum se banay hue.
***
Khaali aasman main
Muskrata chaand
Har taraf dekhta hai.
***
Chara-gha araam se
Shabnum ko pee rahi thee
Mendak thay baithay apni musalsal soch main.
***
LakDi k banay us purany pul ko
paar karnay ko
koi bhi musafar wahan na gaya.
- - -
Over his own sweet voice
The stock-dove
Broods.
-Wordsworth
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Every leaf and every flower
Pearled
With the slef-same shower.
-Keats
***
The moon doth with delight
Look around her
When the heavens are bare.
-Wordsworth
***
The meadows
Were drinking at their leisure
The frogs sat meditating.
-Thoreau
***
Over the old wooden bridge
No traveller
Crossed.
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