Kocha Sakhn – Express Urdu

Ghazal
Stop being afraid. What happens when you are afraid?
What happens when you put your hands over your eyes?
Even if someone dies for it
He will tell what happens after dying
I am on whom the eyes of every stranger
What happens with this idle snore?
Look at old photos and movies
What happens when the people of the house are scattered?
Seasons change the color of things
What happens with the passing of months and years?
Time does not work, Hassan
What happens when collecting cards?
(Ihtisham Hassan. Bahawalpur)

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Ghazal
The order he gave, cut off the tongue
Decorated in the palms and kept the fun
The one whose beauty met the quality of light
In the name of this, I also put stories
A cloud of heartache has been blown into the air
After doing all his life, he put smoke and smoke
I was depressed all night at whatever hour
Sirhane then placed a picture of his friends
Who is in the kingdom of stones?
Who opened this store of courage?
To remove the darkness in a little while
Placed the light wherever it was needed
(Hamza Hashmi Suez. Lahore)

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Ghazal
Hijr was on his dead nerves
Even after death, the eyes continued to bleed
You have come out of mourning so quickly
Man, you had a lot of pride
Shall I tell you the state of the days of difference?
Every day was heavy on me like the resurrection
We were adamant that we get the dedication of Wasal
But he refused to fulfill his promise
I wanted you with all my heart even then
Occupation in the period when people were hypocrites
Why do I change because of your neglect?
The problem was my loyalty in love
When was the house also a source of comfort and money?
The desert was also a village of disgust for me
He was killed because of religion
The message of which was tolerance in the era
(Azur Shirazi, Sargodha)

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Ghazal
That’s why he rejected me in the world
He has accepted me out of jealousy
Someone was buried where I am
He has kept me in someone’s limit
I don’t know who I am till today
He did not consider me good or bad
In which attack will I be killed?
Where has he called me to help him?
My answer did not go beyond zero
He collected a thousand in one number
I’m gone, Ignorance never dies
He has kept me somewhere in heaven
Even if separated, only to the extent of the name
He released me in the cage
But the mind kept pulling
He sent me away to his heart’s content
(Hamza Yaqub. Muzaffargarh)

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Ghazal
Hunt with the eyes of the mill
Come on, let’s do business
By doing all the rights of the servants
Let’s dignify ourselves
Dude, wealth is a temptation
Now depend on God
The war continues today with the enemy
Do your part
The poetry is good but it is formal
Be a little innovative too
I wish you would tell me so much
Forget waiting
Let’s all go to the river today
Count good deeds as magic
(Asad Raza Sahar. Ahmedpur Syal, Jhang)

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Ghazal
One has to go through life unwillingly
The open air has to be thoroughly cleaned
I understand the demands of worldliness
So you have to change the path after seeing him
People listen to things without reason
We have to get confused everywhere
What is the justification for exhaustion in the distance of living in the world?
That the feet do not support, still have to walk
One has to consider one’s compulsion
It’s a strange task that has to be done
(Farukh Adeel, Chowk Azam)

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Ghazal
I see a thorn in my heart
I see my comrades in the ranks of the enemy
The auction has been completed
I see my sword in my hand
The crops are growing day and night
From man I see an empty world
Anxieties are spreading, good luck to the army
I see traitors infiltrating our ranks
The foundation has been shaken in the homeland of justice
I see the dastar falling from the head of the judge
Cloth, house, and bread are not available to everyone
I look beyond my homeland
Faces have changed every year but fate has not changed
Humble spectacle I see every time
(Dr. Mohammad Ilias Azam. Sialkot)

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Ghazal
May your face shine like a flower
May the glory of fragrance come in your words
We are the people who met the commodity market
I wish the buyer of vain hopes would come
Gulshan’s wind deceives you with your name
May spring come to Gulastan by the arrival of Tere
What is the dignity of anger that is accepted?
Take the name of the ill, and let it come to you
Friends did the stuff of death
Let the enemy of your life not love you
These pubs of the city people are very good
Even the fresh air of the village should be intoxicated
I am only afraid of this life
Let your name be counted as stars
(Shahabullah Shahab Manda, Dir Lower, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa)

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Ghazal
Why should someone oppress the heart?
The heart is not a pember who is always patient
A look that does not fall on the heart of love
How can one turn a blind eye to it?
The wicked heart is troubled, tell the Mufti!
End all the fear and sorrow of the grave
Look at the railroad track, the well, the poison or the fan
May life force you beyond its limits
All the sorrows and pains of Basar will end
Tell him to be patient till the judgment comes
(Abdullah Basir. Gujranwala)

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Ghazal
Dispelled the loneliness, extinguished the wonder
For the first time we did not remember God, we felt it
A map of the Garden of the Unseen is drawn with some unseen colors
A scene was captured by bringing it inside a scene
Mix the sweet drops of patience in the poison of eagerness
Then go and understand why the Lord sent the prophets
The verse of love fell on the heart, the mercy of tears on the eye
The suggestion of fear, these sleeps, dreams have made nightmares
The night that was cut in Majzoob was insulting
We danced naked until dawn
Soz took it from Dawood, then took it from Israfel
A tone made a bell, a tone sounded
Beat your mother, give voice to the crying people
Today I disappointed myself
Don’t waste your life in the forest of horror
He understood the pain of dry leaves, made the trees familiar
(Pronoun Qais. Multan)

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Ghazal
How is it possible to get out of grief?
How is it possible to change what is written into destiny?
It is possible for a human being to recover from Gray Keshar
How is it possible to get rid of gray eyes?
The mark on the forehead cannot be erased
So, how is it possible to have desire in the heart?
It is possible to change only if the burning candle is done
How is it possible to change anything, just by talking
We indulged ourselves in dreams for a long time
How is it possible for us to get out of self-delusion?
(Nizakat Riaz. Pandemehri)

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Ghazal
Is it bad if we are spoiled?
The sons of the prophets were spoiled
He is relieved to see us
We were devastated to see that
An error occurred in the neighborhood
And then the houses were ruined
Who remembers the good ones?
Just thinking about it, they got spoiled
I listen to Baba’s words every day
Where did my children go wrong?
Unwillingly, the wind came out
The journeys of the Panchis were spoiled
This is a sign of love
We were not but corrupted
Ishq Gaya Anna Ki Bhint Munir
We are spoiled here, they are spoiled here
(Munir Anjum, Sargodha)

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