Ap ki yaad ati rahi raat bhar
Chasm e nam muskurati rahi raat bhar
Your thoughts lingered all night
My teary eyes smiled all night
Raat bhar dard ki shama jalti rahi
Gham ki lau thartharati rahi raat bhar
The flame of my pain kept burning all night
The flame of sadness kept trembling all night
Bansuri ki surili suhani sada
Yaad ban ban ke aati rahi raat bhar
The sweet melody of the flute
Kept coming back as memory all night
Koi deewana galiyon mein phirta raha
Koi awaaaz aati rahi raat bhar
A lover kept wandering the lanes
A voice called all night
- Makdoom Mohiuddin, founder of the progressive Writers Union in Hyderabad, Telangana (India) and an often forgotten Revolutionary.
For my beloved city, my parents and grandparents.
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Pasbaan : The Protector
Romance" Let me photograph you," he says, looking into my eyes. I smile, confused at his words. I take a sip of my coffee before looking at his intense gaze again. " You just did. " He shakes his head. He looks at his cup of tea, and the look in his blac...
