Poetry is a person’s attempt to make sense of his world in meter and rhyme. Poetry is a dance with God, close and intimate, or jitterbugging across Eden’s fertile valley. Poetry is the first shrieking cry of a newborn babe. Poetry is the tear on the cheek of a mother at her child’s graduation. Poetry is the arc and swish through the hoop of a far flung basketball in that last second effort to win.
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Baat Chali Teri Baton sa
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Baat chali teri baaton sa or ja pohnchi paimaanay tk.
Kheench rahi hai teri ulfat aaj mujhay maikhaanay tak,
Ishq ki baatain gham ki baatain dunia walay karty hain,
Kis ne shamma ka dukh dekha or kon gaya parwany tak,
Ishq nahi hai tum ko mujh se sirf bahanay kartay ho,
Younhe bahanay qayen rakhna tum meray marr janay tak,
Itna he kahna ha tum se mumkin ho to aa jana,
Aa jao to ruk jana bus dil k sambhal jany tk,
Kheench rahi hai teri ulfat aaj mujhay maikhaanay tak,
Ishq ki baatain gham ki baatain dunia walay karty hain,
Kis ne shamma ka dukh dekha or kon gaya parwany tak,
Ishq nahi hai tum ko mujh se sirf bahanay kartay ho,
Younhe bahanay qayen rakhna tum meray marr janay tak,
Itna he kahna ha tum se mumkin ho to aa jana,
Aa jao to ruk jana bus dil k sambhal jany tk,
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