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Thursday, April 27, 2006

Verse


A verse on a lazy Thursday afternoon.

Naa jee bhar ke dekha na kuch baat ki
Badi aarzoo thi mulaaqat ki

Mai chup raha to chalti hawa bhi ruk gayee
Zabaan sab samajhte hai jazbaat ki

Taken from the public domain.

An English translation goes as:

(She) did not look longingly, nor did she speak a word
It was my fervent desire to meet her

I remained quite and the breeze stopped blowing
Everyone understands the language of emotion