wo aye mere qabr par apnay Humsafar ke sang,kon kambhakat kehta hai,marnay ke baad jalay nhi jata..

Who dost approach my tomb with my beloved by my side,
And dares to speak that after death we do not abide.

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"I'm just a poor kashmiri who love the poor kashmir in me,
I had a sound of colonial background and education in me.
I have urdu, kashmiri and little English in me,
and either I'm nobody or I'm a nation in me..."

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He loved him so much, with all his heart,
His fragrance mingled, never to part.
He ate the lies, his own feelings denied,
But his worries kept him up, through the night's tide.
He gave up learning, for his own sake,
Wrote his name, his heart did ache.
Left his classes, sought solace in leisure,
But when time came, he chose a different measure.
If he agreed, he'd talk with grace,
No anger shown, just love's embrace.
A bit of worry, in his heart did reside,
In every prayer, he asked for him by his side.
Never asked for money, nor any gain,
Just love's request, in his heart did reign.
But on his birthday, sadness did loom,
Left him for stranger boys, in a lonely room.
Pictures taken, memories stirred,
Alone he stood, in solitude preferred.
Yet in his heart, a hope still thrives,
Saying the story's not over, life still survives.

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In Srinagar's quiet streets, a heavy sigh,
School bags scattered 'neath an endless sky.
Innocent souls, their laughter now hushed,
Grief wraps us tight, in sorrow we're crushed.
Each child's dream, now silent, still,
Their absence a void, a heart's bitter chill.
Tears flow freely, a river of pain,
In the shadow of loss, we search in vain.
Yet in this darkness, a flicker of light,
Love binds us close, through the darkest night.
Together we mourn, in solace we find,
Healing the wounds of hearts intertwined.
Though sorrow's grip may never release,
In unity, we'll find a measure of peace.
For in the memory of those we hold dear,
Their spirits live on, forever near.

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"Koi tum sa bhi kaash tum ko mile,
Mudda hum ko inteqaam se hai.
Tere liye duniya bhar Ki dua Kiya Hai.
Ab Bhala berukhi dekh kar hum baddua kaise kare."

"Would that someone like you were to meet you,
My issue with you is resolved through vengeance."
For you, I've prayed the world over,
Now, seeing your indifference, how could I curse?

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Bura nahi hoon main, meri bhi kuch kahani hai, Yeh jo badla badla sa lagta hoon apno ki hi meharbaani hai.
Na parvah mujhe Duniya Ka..Na shikva mujhe Mere Rab se,
Mere Halat bure the..warna baki to sab mile the mujhe acche se.

I am not sad, I have my own story,
This changing appearance seems to be the kindness of my own people.
I don't care about the world..I don't complain to my Lord..
My circumstances were bad..otherwise I had received everything else very nicely.

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In English we say;
“Let’s sit together have endless talk and call it a date?”.
In urdu we say;
“dil me chupa har lafz aankh se bayaan kar paoge kya?
suraj yahan bhi dhal gaya, tum ek fursat bhari shaam sath la paoge kya?”.

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Wo kehte hain,hum kya hai..
Humnay kaha haar raat ki akhri soonch, aur har subbah ka phela khayal ho tm.

In English,
"She asked, what am i. I replied,"you are the last thought of every night, and the first thought of every morning."

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tum naraaz naraaz lagti ho,koi tarqeeb batao manaane ki,
ham apni jaan girvi rakh deinge, tum keemat batao muskuraane ki”.

If Eliot writes this in English,

Thou dost appear vexed, with anger adorned,
Pray, offer a method to mend what is torn.
I shall surrender myself, my soul in plight,
Speak, what cost shall secure thy joyful light?

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In days of rain, the umbrella stands tall,
A faithful friend in the downpour's thrall.
But when the skies clear, it's cast aside,
No longer needed, its purpose denied.
So too with loyalty, once sought and prized,
When benefits vanish, it's often despised.
In fickleness and changing winds it wanes,
And like the umbrella, its worth wanes.

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