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Angdai Bhi Wo Lene Na Pae Utha Ke Hath

angdai bhi vo lene na paae utha ke haath

dekha jo mujh ko chhod diye muskura ke haath

she couldn’t stretch her limbs, with all her ample grace

on seeing me she smiled and kept, her modesty in place

be-sakhta nigahen jo aapas men mil gaiin

kya munh par us ne rakh liye ankhen chura ke haath

inadvertently, when, our eyes did chance to meet

she looked away from me, and then, covered up her face

ye bhi naya sitam hai hina to lagaen ghair

aur us ki daad chahen vo mujh ko dikha ke haath

tis a novel torture, henna, my rival applies

while she waits for compliments from me- so in my face!!

be-ikhtiyar ho ke jo main paanv par gira

thodi ke niche us ne dhara muskura ke haath

gar dil ko bas men paaen to naseh tiri sunen

apni to marg-o-zist hai us bevafa ke haath

vo zanuon men siina chhupana simat ke haae

aur phir sambhalna vo dupatta chhuda ke haath

she doubles up to hide her bosom- such a pity sigh!

then straightens up again to get her scarf back into place

qasid tire bayan se dil aisa thahar gaya

goya kisi ne rakh diya siine pe aa ke haath

ai dil kuchh aur baat ki raghbat na de mujhe

sunni padengi saikdon us ko laga ke haath

vo kuchh kisi ka kah ke satana sada mujhe

vo khinch lena parde se apna dikha ke haath

dekha jo kuchh ruka mujhe to kis tapak se

gardan men meri Daal diye aap aa ke haath

phir kyuun na chaak ho jo hain zor-azmaiyan

bandhunga phir dupatta se us be-khata ke haath

wherever do I go to if I, from your street depart

with both the worlds forsaken, there is no other place

kuche se tere utthen to phir jaaen ham kahan

baithe hain yaan to donon jahan se utha ke haath

pahchana phir to kya hi nadamat hui unhen

panDit samajh ke mujh ko aur apna dikha ke haath

I do recall her offering to me the glass of wine

holding out her hand this way turning away her face

dena vo us ka saghar-e-mai yaad hai ‘nizam’

munh pher kar udhar ko idhar ko badha ke haath

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