One day a story will arrive at your town. It will come from far away, from the southwest or the southeast - people won't agree. The story may arrive with a stranger or perhaps with the parrot trader. But when you hear this story, you will know it is the sign....
Mulayam garm samjhaute ki chadar ,
Yeh chadar mein ne barson mein buni hai ,
Kahin bhi sach ke gul boote nahi hai ,
Kissi bhi jhooth ka taanka nahin hai ,
Issi se main bhi tan dhak loongi apna,
Issi se tum bhi aasooda rahoge ,
Na khush hoge, na pashmarda hoge.
-- Zehra Nigah
(Warm and soft, this blanket
Of compromise has taken me years to weave
Not a single flower of truth embellishes it
Not a single false stitch betrays it
It will do to cover my body though
And it will bring comfort too,
If not joy or sadness to you)
2 comments:
Awesome dude...!!! Kaha se mila aapko?
Well I didnt just get it from somewhere but i also met the poetess who wrote these lines, who came out of 20 years of hibernation to recite the poem.
:)
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