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| Meherzaidi,The Poet. |
A Poem BY Meherzaidi.
Meri khirki mein jo toota hua taat ka parda hai
Who mujhe acha lagta hai
Mere aangan mein jo mitti ka aik matka hai
Who mujhe acha lagta hai
Mere kamre mein jo teri bikhree hui yadein hain
Who mujhe ache lagtee hain
Teri awaz ka who bojhal lehjaa
Teri peshaani ka woh khilta hua rang
Tere lab balabe tabassum hardam
Teri aankhon ka suroor
Tere saath guzaare huey lamhon ka gudaaz
Mujhe acha lagta hai
Bas mujhe koi nai cheez nahi chahiye
Inhee boseeda,shikastaa ka saath
Mujhe acha lagta hai
Apne tootey huey dil ka har andaaz
Mujhe acha lagta hai
Meri khirki pe jo toota hua taat ka parda hai
Woh mujhe acha lagta hai
Teri bhooli huee yaad ka har andaaz
Mujhe acha lagta hai
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| Photos by Yusuf Salli of Haveli Yusuf Salli, Lahore. |
Translation:
Ah, I love the tattered, torn curtain of straw on my window
I love the clay water pot on my balcony
I love the memories of your love scattered all over my room
I love your heavy voice
I love the glory of your face
I love those sweet lips
I love your heady eyes
I love those moments spent with you
I love all of these
I do not want anything new
I want the company of these broken, tattered belongings
I love all the styles of my broken heart
Ah, I love the tattered torn straw curtain on my window
Ah
I love all the styles of your long lost memories
