Dear Friends
There are as many definitions of poetry as there are poets. Wordsworth defined as “the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings;” Emily Dickinson said, “If I read a book and it makes my body so cold no fire ever can warm me, I know that is poetry;” and Dylan Thomas defined this way: “Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing.” For me poetry is overdose of memories. so i thought let me share some memories here,
Please In This Thread Post Only Poetry Which Has The True Fire Of Memories (Yaad) I Begin With Something,Which Is Whole In Me Even Today !!!
**Umar ki raah me raaste badal jate hai,
Waqt ki andhi me insan badal jate hai, **
Sochte hai tumhe itna yaad na kare lekin
ankh band karte hi irade badal jate hai…