Achi news desk-
Ghazal
I have seen standing on the margins
I have seen great ones like you
I know the truth about roses
4.
I have seen it in books
Of course the girls are tired now
I’ve seen a lot of broken pitchers
Who are you referring me to?
I’ve seen all the big ones
Three friends in the front ranks
I have seen three murderers standing
Someone cries over the days gone by
I have seen tears somewhere
The cypress is about to dry up, Sajid
I have seen many fallen leaves
(Latif Sajid, Hafizabad)
4.
Ghazal
They are also considered unique
Those who consider their loneliness as God
Don’t be so desperate to allow hijr
We consider this edge as an edge
I lie alone like a yellow leaf
Compared to you, people consider me a loser
How to consciously deny something
Even in horror, we believe your words
I wish this sadness were not seen or heard
And everyone here believes what they see and hear
(Waqas Allah Waqas. Khushab)
4.
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 tune
Naqd-e-Hijr in Sabo now
The tears are few and the power is high
Listen, this is the suspicion of your feet
Chin says it’s too much
What happened today?
Today is a little wetter
(Tanveer Danish, Gujarat, Pakistan)
4.
Ghazal
It was a novelty in the problems of the time
Tradition came to the city, innovation in the tribes
Here the Dastar is turned upside down
There was something new in every questioner here
You have to say you love him too
The court wants novelty in arguments now
The veins sing in the form of a law, or otherwise
From somewhere came the novelty in your hoof
Fill it with scent and stain across the border
Someone brought such novelty to the problems
Don’t take it as a sign of loyalty!
New relationships show newness early
Sirhane, aphorism by looking at life
Novelty in Sagar’s resources seems futile
(Sagrahuzpuri, Sargodha)
4.
“freeze”
Also a formal relationship between us
Because of our coldness
In December it is frozen like a fog
Layers of icy tones have frozen between us and become rocks
Its melting is not possible even with the ferocity of fiery passions
That we were both completely unaware of the merits of restoring a relationship
(Shahid Shawq. Islamabad)
4.
Ghazal
The look with which we do not speak
It has no use in the game
My day was spent traveling too
No night 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)
4.
Ghazal
Leave your doorstep
We are better off dead
A hunter’s trap is everywhere
Where should we birds go?
Who will get the light?
When you fear the future
O spring, come away
Let a few dry trees bloom
A prayer of thanksgiving in May
Shaykh, repent and go straight
Even piety will cover its mouth
If this Qalandar goes away
Inform the Jagannavs, Talha
The moon is up, go home
(Talha bin Zahid. Okara)
4.
“Book of Fate”
It has been written that it is supposed to be written as a ‘fan’
In fate, Mri would also write ‘faithful friend’
I have heard a lot
Hear the lamentation of this insignificant man
Listen to sighs and cries, die now, O author of destiny
Here I am, a wanderer who has strayed from the Three Paths
My name is Manoor
In the eyes of the people, I am a letter again and again
The person you, O God, gave access to
He now becomes God, God on me
There is the sound of moaning and groaning from every direction
In the township, death and misery have increased
There is no peace in the world, there is cruelty and evil
The victim’s head is covered in blood
The bankrupt’s body is not covered with any clothes
Now tell me, is this a punishment for poverty?
Ahl-e-Wafa has left me in ink
The burning candle has also been extinguished by the wind
I can’t find the edge of the beach anymore
Fate has sunk the ship
This is not the end of the 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 whore myself
O king of eternity, I keep coming
This is destiny in the journey
And I am in the vortex of time 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 supposed to be written as a ‘fan’
In fate, Mri would also write ‘faithful friend’
(Manoor Mousavi. Skardu, Baltistan)
4.
Ghazal
They were sleeping unknowingly, when the time came for the guidance
Your cry woke us up
It is not known whether it was grace or grace
The ‘character’ made for us by a story
You rose from the earth in vain
And then what was the wall of dust for us?
Many attributes have been given by that love
The love that made us sin
Your kindness is not forgotten even after death
You made us fruitful in the pit
(Tahmina Shaukat Taseer. Sargodha)
4.
Ghazal
How was this party organized today?
The evening was empty of the loved one’s mind
Who brought you here today?
How did you look at me today?
China came to me friends when
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 die yes bounce
(Muhammad Shiraz Shirazi. Nowshera, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa)
4.
Ghazal
Touch and smell when it feels like air
Meanwhile, I feel short of breath
Try a million. The disease is also increasing
If death is necessary, medicine seems useless
Go, but keep this thought in your heart
Where does everyone hear the voice of Allah?
Now congratulations to the wife of love you are
You love your ego more than love
This is how the times have changed
Even the dead image seems detached to me now
Keep each other in prayers because of Aqeel
What news, who, where, we need prayer
(Aqeel Nawaz. Skardu)
4.
Ghazal
The desert of the desert dances
There are surprises everywhere in the dance
It’s in the wave Looking at the present age
And the destruction is in the dance
How turbulent is the sea of ​​speech
Thoughts are in dance
The dead heart of grief is the mourner
There are eases in dancing
The best calendar is the forgotten man
There are four hundred demons in the dance
The poor covers the wounded body
There is a nudity of luxury in dance
Ishq has Bahu, Qalandar, Mast
There is a lot of confusion in the dance
(Rada Khan, Abu Dhabi)
4.
Ghazal
If your name comes to my trembling lips, tell me
I am dying, I have received a message from the dead
Meaning: I stand today on my rose, accept me
Come and tell me this night in December
If you throw mud at someone, you will get the answer
Accept all slander and say hello
The heart of God’s servants will be sad
Real happiness comes alive
Right now, you’re the life of the party, the time is good, my friend
Except Hafiz, if he comes in handy in any trouble, then tell him
(Hafiz Almas. Chakwal)
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