Shiv Kumar Batalvi

(23 July 1936 - 7 May 1973 / Punjab / British India)

Shiv Kumar Batalvi Poems

1. Noble Father 3/26/2012
2. Leaflet 3/26/2012
3. Where Perfumed Rivers Flow 3/26/2012
4. Pepper Leaves 3/26/2012
5. Vidhva Rut 3/26/2012
6. Sures De Marcia 3/26/2012
7. Why Ask 3/26/2012
8. My Song 3/26/2012
9. The Accusation 3/26/2012
10. Pinch Of Separation 3/26/2012
11. The Hawk 3/26/2012
12. You Left 3/26/2012
13. Words 3/26/2012
14. The Poor Man 3/26/2012
15. Turbaned On 3/26/2012
16. O Woe 3/26/2012
17. High Mountains 3/26/2012
18. Jindu De Baageen 3/26/2012
19. Butterflies 3/26/2012
20. The Request 3/26/2012
21. The Old House 3/26/2012
22. The Night Of Sorrows 3/26/2012
23. The Pan Of Sorrows 3/26/2012
24. Say Something 3/26/2012
25. To Be A Bird 3/26/2012
26. Listen Mother 3/26/2012
27. A Walk On A Moonlit Night 3/26/2012
28. Separation,You Are King 3/26/2012
29. My Friend 3/26/2012
30. A Borrowed Song 3/26/2012
31. Trees 3/26/2012
32. Umara De Sarvar 3/26/2012
33. Ishtehaar 3/26/2012
34. Menu Vida Karo 3/26/2012
35. Maen Kal Naheen Rahina 3/26/2012
36. Separation 3/26/2012

Comments about Shiv Kumar Batalvi

  • Jagpreet Sidhu (9/30/2013 10:26:00 AM)

    Birha da badshah. Tutte dila di marham da kam krdiya ne shiv diya kavitava

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  • Gurbir Singh (7/15/2013 3:42:00 AM)

    dardan ne jis to khud dard di dwa lai
    dunia ch esi yaro shiv hat chla gia.

Best Poem of Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Separation

People worship god.
I worship this separation from you.
It is worth Haj to a hundred Meccas,
This separation from you.

People say I am as brilliant as the sun,
They say I am famous.
What a fire it has lit in me,
This separation from you.

Behind me is my shadow,
Ahead, is my darkness.
I fear that it might leave me,
This separation from you.

No taint of the body is in it,
Nor litter of the mind,
All has been winnowed out,
By this separation from you.

When sorrow comes, bringing with it
Loneliness and pain,
I pull it close to ...

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The Poor Man

Today this poor man
Begs you once again,
For one more tragedy,
For the sake of his pen.

It has been an age
Since I have drunk of sorrow,
Stir tears into pain,
Make it twice as fierce.

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