Likhoon kuch aaj yeh waqt ka taqaza hai
Dil mein dard abhi taza taza hai
Gir padte hain aansu mere kagaz par
Lagta hai kalam mein siyahi kam or dard zyada hai.
There are values that transcend race or culture, that move us forward, and there's an obligation for all of us individually as well as collectively to take responsibility to make those values lived.
Aandhiyon Me Bhi Jaise Kuch Chirag Jala Kartey
Hai
Utni Hi Himmat E Hausla Hum Bhi Rakha Kartey
Hai
Manzilon Abhi Aur Dur Hai Hamari Manzil
Chaand Sitarey To Raahon Me Mila Kartey Hai
Aye Rabb e Kayenaat,
Tujhsy
Ye Sawal Karta Hon K
Is Betab Nafs
or
Kamzor Jism par Tars Kha Islye K
Jo Tery Soraj Ki Tapish Ko Bardasht Nahi Kar Sakta
Wo
Teri Jahanum Ki Taezi Ko Kesy Brdasht Karega
0r
Jo Tery Baadal Ki Garaj Sy
Kaanp Uthta Hy
Wo Tery Ghazb Ki Aawaz Ko Kesy Sun Skta Hy
Bus Hamary Haal Par Reham Farma
or
karam kar
or
Mujhy
Mere Ghar walon,Mere Aziz o aqarib aur Dosto ko
Har mulakat par waqt ka
takaza hua,
Jab jab use dekha dil ka dard
taza hua,
Suni thi sirf gazal mein judai ki
bate, Ab khud par biti to haqiqat ka
andza hua. Sk thakur
But, if we explore the literature of Heroism, we shall quickly come to Plutarch, who is its Doctor and historian. To him we owe the Brasidas, the Dion, the Epaminodas, the Scipio of old, and I must think we are more deeply indebted to him than to all the ancient writers. Each of his "Lives" is a refutation to the despondency and cowardice of our religious and political theorists. A wild courage, a Stoicism not of the schools, but of the blood, shines in every anecdote, and had given that book immense fame.