Kocha Sakhn – Express Urdu

Ghazal
I have seen standing on the edges
I have seen big ones like you
I know the truth about roses

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I have seen it in books
Of course the girls are tired now
I have seen many broken pitchers
Who are you referring me to?
I have seen all the big ones
Three friends in the front ranks
I have seen three murderers standing
Someone is crying over the days gone by
I have seen tears somewhere
The cypress is about to dry, Sajid
I have seen many fallen leaves
(Latif Sajid, Hafizabad)

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Ghazal
They are also considered unique
Those who consider their loneliness as God
Don’t be so concerned about giving hijr
We consider this curb as a curb
I am lying alone like a yellow leaf
Compared to you, people consider me a loser
How to consciously deny something
Even in horror, we just believe what you said
I wish this sorrow was not seen or heard
And everyone here believes what they see and hear
(Waqas Allah Waqas. Khushab)

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Ghazal
Khum is more in Zulf-e-Brahma
So what he used to say is less is more
Who inherited the partition?
My part is full of grief
Consider your tone today
We are more in your tone
Naqd-e-Hijr in Sabo now
Tears are few and rum is high
Listen, this is the suspicion of your feet
Chin says it is too much
What happened today?
Today is a bit more wet
(Tanveer Danish, Gujarat, Pakistan)

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Ghazal
It was a novelty in the problems of the times
Tradition came to the city, innovation in the tribes
Here the Dastar is turned upside down
There was a novelty in every questioner here
You have to say that you love him too
The court wants novelty in arguments now
The veins are ringing in the form of law, or else
From somewhere has come the newness in your pile
Fill it with fragrance and stain it across the border
Someone brought such a newness to the problems
Don’t take it as a sign of loyalty!
New relationships show newness early
Sirhane, an aphorism by looking at life
Newness in Sagar’s resources seems futile
(Sagrahuzpuri, Sargodha)

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“freezing”
Also formal relationship between us
Because of our coldness
In December it is frozen like fog
Layers of icy tones have frozen between us and become rocks
Whose melting is not possible even with the fierceness of fiery passions
That both of us are completely unaware of the virtues of relationship restoration
(Shahid Shawq. Islamabad)

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Ghazal
The look with which we do not speak
It has no use in the game
My day was also spent in travel
No evening in my section?
Go messenger! May God ask you
Not even a letter to our name
I am attached to your name
So I’m not worried
There was a little delay
This is not the end of the story
(Subhan Khalid. Tala Gang, Chakwal)

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Ghazal
Leave your doorstep
It is better that we die
There is a hunter’s trap everywhere
Where should we birds go?
Who will get the light?
When you are afraid of the future
O spring, come away
Let a few dry trees blossom
Thanksgiving prayer in May
Shaykh, repent and go straight
Even piety will hide its mouth
If this Qalandar goes away
Inform the Jagannavs, Talha
The moon has risen, go home
(Talha bin Zahid. Okara)

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“Destiny Book”
It has been written that it is destined to be written as ‘fan’
In fate, Mri would also write ‘loyal friend’
I have heard a lot
Hear the lamentations of this insignificant man
Listen to the sigh and cry, now die, O writer of destiny
This is me, a wanderer who has strayed from the Three Paths
My name is Manoor
In the eyes of the people, I am a repeated letter
The person to whom you, O God, gave access
He does now become God, God on me
There is a sound of moaning and groaning from every direction
In the township, death and calamity have increased
There is no peace in the world, there is cruelty and evil
The victim’s head is covered in blood
The body of the bankrupt is not covered with any clothes
Now tell me, is this a punishment for poverty?
Ahl-e-Wafa have left me in ink
The burning candle has also been extinguished by the wind
I can’t find the edge of the beach anymore
The fate has sunk the ship
This is not the end of tears
It is not known whether it is an eye or an ocean
Are you still willing to die in this situation?
Will you keep these pains in your chest?
Even if you don’t give me anything, I will prostrate myself
O king of eternity, I will keep coming
This is the fate of the dead in the journey
And I am in the vortex of time’s trouble
I can’t do anything, I’m a slave
All I have to do now is enough
It has been written that it is destined to be written as ‘fan’
In fate, Mri would also write ‘loyal friend’
(Manoor Mousavi. Skardu, Baltistan)

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Ghazal
They were sleeping unaware, when the time of guidance came
It was your cry that woke us up
It is not known whether it was grace or grace
The ‘character’ that was done to us by a story
You raised from the ground in vain
And then what was the wall of dust to us?
Many attributes have been given by that love
The love that made us sin
Your kindness will not be forgotten even after death
You made us fruitful in the pit
(Tahmina Shaukat Taseer. Sargodha)

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Ghazal
How was this party organized today?
The evening was empty from the thought of the beloved
Who did you come here today?
How did you look at me today?
China came to me friends at what time
The soul was taken out of my body
If the heart is at rest, how can it be said now?
You were also expelled from the house of heart
He did not hear the sorrow of Shiraz
Only honor died yes bounced
(Muhammad Shiraz Shirazi. Nowshera, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa)

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Ghazal
Touch and smell when it feels like air
Meanwhile, I feel short of breath
Try a million. The disease also increases
If death is necessary, medicine seems useless
Go, but keep this thought in your heart
Where does everyone hear Allah’s voice?
Now congratulations to the wife of love that you
You love your ego more than love
This is how the times have changed
Even the dead image seems detached to me now
Keep one another in prayers because Aqeel
What news, who, where, whose prayer is needed
(Aqeel Nawaz. Skardu)

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Ghazal
Deserts of the desert are dancing
There are surprises everywhere in the dance
It is in the wave. Look at the current age
And the destruction is in the dance
The sea of ​​speech is so turbulent
Thoughts are in dance
The dead heart of mourning is the mourner
There are eases in dancing
The best calendar is the forgotten man
There are four hundred devils in the dance
The poor cover the wounded body
There are nudities of luxury in dance
Ishq has Bahu, Qalandar, Mast
There is a lot of confusion in the dance
(Rada Khan, Abu Dhabi)

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Ghazal
If your name comes to my quivering lips, then tell me
I am dying, I have received a message from the dead
I am standing today on my rose, accept me
Come and tell me this December evening
If you throw mud at someone, you will get the answer
Accepting each slander and saying hello
The heart of God’s servants will be sad
Real happiness comes to life
Right now, you are the life of the party, the time is good, my friend
Except for Hafiz, if it comes in handy in any trouble, then tell him
(Hafiz Almas. Chakwal)

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