Main raiza raiza hoon apnay wajood k andar
Woh hurf hurf chunay ga kitab kar day ga
Mujhay yakeen ha aik roz mera chara gar
Udas rooh ko taza gulab kar day ga
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
No comments:
Post a Comment