Maut tu ek kavitaa hai
mujhse ek kavita ka vada hai milegi mujhkodoobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage
zard sa chehra lekar jab chaand ufaq tak pahunche
din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinaare ke kareeb
na andhera na ujaala ho, na abhi raat na din
jism jab khatm ho aur rooh ko jab saans aaye
mujhse ek kavita ka waada hai milegi mujhko
This poem is an epitome. An epitome of love and it has used the paintbrush of pain to fill the canvass. Something so simple, free of illusion, filled with compassion yet detached. Like green leaves in winter. Simple yet beautiful.
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