Kocha Sakhn – Express Urdu

Ghazal
So there will be silence and conversation
We will remain with such burnt lips
We, the people, will not wrap up the bodies
will be broken into pieces and four hundred will remain
No one will take it off now
Those who do not speak now will remain dishonored
They will not get the end of torture
These flowers will remain colorless in the garden
We are taught to be content
They will remain in hope
Gazes across the sad lake will remain frozen
Broken feathers will remain on the head of the beer
(Abdul Rahman Wasif. Kahota)

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Ghazal
One becomes one’s own
So guess what?
There was nothing else to do but cry
The heart becomes lighter
Love a second time?
That is, it happens
Let me talk to you
What happens to people?
It’s not okay to be like that
It often happens
Dreams remain unfulfilled
A man grows old
(Uthman Nazer. Attock)

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Ghazal
The text of the blood did not work for me
The embassy of these tears did not work for me
Who put the burden on dead body?
This stone building did not work for me
Najas ka Najas only that there was mail in the heart
The purification of the dead body did not work for me
The publication of Heart Journal ever happened
No organization of intelligence worked for me
Even in spring there was autumn in me
No help from Saba worked for me
The goods in the dead shop were all priceless
So no trade customs worked for me
There, my vision supported me
Where the sight did not work for me
This was the order of the party
The courage of silence did not work for me
I was raised after death
The wickedness of a fallen heart did not work for me
Each angle looks like a mirror
Visiting the mirrors did not work for me
I was thirsty, I was thirsty, I was thirsty
The chairmanship of the Macdas did not work for me
This poet’s life is so happy, Immortal
No tidings of death came to me
(Amar Rouhani. Multan)

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Ghazal
Before traveling to the way-finder
Where did you leave before crossing the road?
I thought when I could not recognize the body
What was the form of war before cash?
But it never mentions something different
There were several tents on my way before home
This pressure did not die in me
Dissolves before the ointment takes effect
A letter is formed on the basis of sound
The tone was not polite before being rude
What kind of link has been put on time that Zaman?
People surrender before their talent
(Daniyal Zaman. Khushab, Punjab)

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Ghazal
It is not necessary for me to have a house in the sky
It is not necessary for me to have a hearty look
How many centuries of stories have been heard
It is not necessary to have influence in stories
I have kept it in my eyes, my friend
It is not necessary for him to know about me
It is also important to quench thirst in the desert
It is not necessary to be thirsty
You will also get happiness, my dear Ahmed
It is not necessary for life to settle down
(Ahmed Hijazi, Liaquatpur, District Rahim Yar Khan)

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Ghazal
If there are plains, there will be chamanistan too
It would also be worth it
As I am sad on these moonlit nights
Those windows, that hallway too
Not in vastness, but from the heart of his heart
Something will happen, Takht-e-Sulaiman will also happen
I told that bravado ‘it’s difficult’, so she spoke
Something would be easier for you?
And increase the speed so that there are no roads
You will see, you will be worried
Those who are still on the branch, in their lives
There will be a possibility of opening somewhere
All that has come out of nothingness is the dead heart
The city is full of light, it will be deserted
He is so forgetful that he is a close friend
There will be such an unknown
Zubair rained fire from the red cloud otherwise
There will be a human being in the settlements
(Zubair Hamza. Didar Singh Fort)

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Ghazal
Did you ruin us with Qareen?
Hunger freed from the anxiety of imprisonment
There was a tradition of stabbing wounds here
A human then invented the accent
We belong to a loyal tribe
Chosen because of the occupation of the ancestors
Now no one wanders in pursuit of mirages
The camp has been settled by removing the desert
This facility has been given to me by my talent
Expressed the feeling in the form of poetry
There is no limit to the wonder of Ishq Haider
Someone made Salman, someone did Muqdad
This wonder of the forager is zam zam
Only pain was released in the prescription of pain
(Mukram Hussain Awan. Gujranwala)

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Ghazal
This is the situation with the rains of grief, friends
Even a day is already a year for me, my friends
As the cloud of sorrows fell upon me
Let me tell you now, friends
Like a house destroyed by the rains of Savan
This heart was also trampled like this, my friends
The one who didn’t give it to me
Tell the situation of this unfaithful friend
Many famous people have passed away from the world
What happens if Iqbal goes, friends?
(Iqbal Jafar. Wadi Durg)

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Ghazal
There are more than one lakes
Life is full of surprises
Can’t become dead from life
Otherwise, they have played together since childhood
Yes, happiness is also dizzying
But here are the relays of sharp grief
It is the day of Eid, it is the day of meeting
And we are still alone today
All friends die in friendship
Snakes have played the ladder game
Shall I fight with them, Hamza?
Friends are also disciples of enemies
(Amir Hamza Salafi. Islamabad)

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Ghazal
All the bubbles sing with the tongue of fragrance
The green lawn is full of flowers
Since when do I die longing to live?
O life, where can I find you?
Do not judge everything with your own eyes
It happens every time it comes out of confusion
Never consider God’s creation as weak
An ant will sometimes hit a mountain
You don’t understand, you don’t believe, but you all know
The wounds that are in the dead heart, come from where
If you touch your heart, it will be lying somewhere
You can’t get this love from a shop
Shahab’s destiny in the world is progress
What comes out of every profit and loss
(Shahabullah Shahab. Munda, Dir Lower, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa)

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Ghazal
The nobles are trying to show off their wealth
The poor are trying to hide their poverty
Fight to raise men but
It is a pity that they are trying to kill the living
Embrace a burden of kindness, Mohsin
The poor are being tricked by gestures
If you can’t win by every trick, then stop now
Friends are fighting each other
He is a person who is awake from a dream
Now everyone is trying to get it
Now the time has changed so much here that all vultures
They are teaching Shaheen to fly
This is a temporary world, yet all these people are here
Every day new dreams are being created
Nayyar, who will listen to your poems here?
Everyone here is engaged in their narration
(Guarantor Nair. Skardu)

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