Mujh say har baar wo apni nazrain chura leta hai Faraz
Main nay kaghaz per bhi bana ker dekhi hain ankhain us ki
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." by Soren Kierkegaard
2 comments:
i have read it as:
Mujh say har baar wo apni nazrain chura leta hai Faraz
Main nay kaghaz per bhi bana ker dekhi hain ankhain us ki
Replaced!
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