In my humble opinion, here is a poem which was the best, posted in the previous month of January. It has a unique touch and enough factual material to take its readers to the time that has been receded into the ocean of history. I thank Aceones! for this beaituful sharing.
Aik chota sa larka tha main jin dinoon
aik mailay main pohuncha humakta howa
ji machalta tha aik aik shay par magar
jaib khali thee kuch moal lay na saka
laut aya liyay hasratain sainkroon
aik chota sa larka tha main jin dinoon
khair mehroomioon kay wo din to gaiy
aaj maila laga hai isi shan say
aaj chahoon to aik aik dukaan moal loon
aaj chahoon to sara jahan moal loon
naarasai ka ji main dharka kahan?
par wo chota sa, alhar sa larka kahan?
It looks more of a story — and a true one — than a simple piece of poetry. Each and every word is absolutely factual. I remember I used to save money from my pockeymoney for months so that I could buy something from an annual mela which used to take place in premises of Hazrar Mian Mir Sahab. Time has changed now. I can now literally buy many shops over there, but that boy and his joy in me is gone Thanx Aceones for sharing this lovely piece with us and giving me a ride back to the history
khair mehroomioon kay wo din to gaiy
aaj maila laga hai isi shan say
aaj chahoon to aik aik dukaan moal loon
aaj chahoon to sara jahan moal loon
naarasai ka ji main dharka kahan?
par wo chota sa, alhar sa larka kahan?
baray ho ker bhi ye cheez rehti hai just form badal jati hai.. ksi chez ko paany ki bahut khushish hoti hai..koi aim hota hai..n wen u get there to kya.. ok wo chezz bus normal se ho jati hai.
anyways nice sharing.
Thanx Aceones for sharing this lovely piece with us and giving me a ride back to the history 