Sab apne dil ke raja hai, sabki koi
rani hai,
bhale prakashit ho na ho par sabki
koi kahani hai.
bahut saral hai kisne kitna dard
saha,
jiski jitni aankh hanse hai, utni peer
purani hai.
Dukh ke lahar ne cheda hoga
yaad ne kankad phenka hoga
aj to mera dil kehta hai
tu is waqt aakela hoga
mere chume hue hathon se
auron ko khat likhata hoga
bhig chalin ab raat ke palaken
tu ab thak kar soya hoga
rel ke gahari sinti sun kar
raat ka jangal gunja hoga
shahar ke khali steshan par
koi musafir utara hoga
aangan mein phir chidiyan bolen
tu ab so kar utha hoga
Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.
Mitro color ni jem hoy 6,
J apni jingdi ma rang pure 6,
Hu kadach tamaro favourite color na hou,
Pn evi asha 6 k chitra puru krva ma kyak mari jarur pdse.
I can make a firm pledge, under my plan, no family making less than $250,000 a year will see any form of tax increase. Not your income tax, not your payroll tax, not your capital gains taxes, not any of your taxes.
Kabhi phool kabhi hawa ban k chhu jaayenge.
Hum to mar k bhi sath nibha jaayenge.
Kabhi tanhai main yaad karna hame.
Hasi ban k hoton per khil jayenge.....
Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.