Re: Meri Pasand ki 10 Ghazlen / Nazmen (jiia)
8- my most fav
vo poetry jo me akser gungunati b rehti hun :snooty:
MAI NI ME EK SHIKRA YAAR BANAYA
:xeno:
by ~ SHIV KUMAR BATALVI ~
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***-Maye Ni Maye, ***Main Ek Shikra Yaar Banaya,
***//**mother hey mother ****i befriended a hawk
****-ohde Sir De Kalgi, Te pairi Jhanjhar,
**te O Chog Chuginda Aaya,
**//*A plume on his head, n bells on his feet
*//he came pecking 4 grain
****-Ek ohde Roop Dee Dhup Teekheri,
**te Dooja Mehka Da Tirhaya,
*//one, his beauty was as sharp as perfumes
*//n 2nd, was thirsty fragrance
****_Teeja ohda Rang Gulabi,
**ho Kise Gori Maa Da Jaya
,
*//3rd his color was d color of rose
*//born from a fair mother
****_Ishqe Da Ek Palang Nawari,
**ve Assan Channania vich daya,
**Tann Di Chaaddar Ho Gayi Maili,
**Os Pair Ja Palgi Paya,
*//i laid a bed of love
*//in the moonlight
*//my body sheet was stained
*//d instant he laid his foot on my bed!
****_Ni ohde chet di aathan
**ate zulfee saavan chaaya
**hothaa de vich kahte da
**koi dihoon chadne te aaya
*//his eyes were an evenning in spring
*//his hair a dark cloud
*//his lips, a rising autumn dawn
****_Dukkhan mere Naina De Koye,
**Te vich Harh Hanjua Da Aaya,
**Sari Raat gayi vich socha,
**Us A Ki zulm Kamaaya,
*//corners of my eyes hurt
*//n a flood of tears engulfed me
*//all night went thinking
*//what he did this 2 me
****_Bolla de vich paun pure di
ni o koilaan da hamsaaya
**chitte dand jyon dhaano bagla
**tori maar udaaya
//his words had eastern breeze blowing
//like d sound of a blackbird (nightingale)
//his smile was d whiteness of a crane in d rice field
//taking flight at d clap of a hand
****_Subha Savere Laini Vattna,
**ve Assa Mal Mal os Navaya,
**Dehi de vicho Niklan Chin gaa,
**te saada Haath Gaya kumlaya,
*//early in d morning, with vattna (a paste used to cleansing skin)
*//i scrubbed n bathed my body
*//bt embers kept bursting out
*//n my hands flagged
****-Choori Kuttta Ta O Khanda Naahi,
**ve Assa Dil Da Maas Khwaya,
**Ek Udaari Aisi Maari,
**O Mud Vatnee Na Aaya,
*//prepared choorma bt he doesnt eat
*//i gave him the flesh of m heart
*//he took such a takeoff
*//never came back home
BILAWAJA
jall kia kamal sawal pucha hy 
