How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems--not to suffer pain?
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
कानों में इक बार पेहें के लौटाई थी
पतझड़ की वो शाख अभी तक काँप रही है
वो शाख गिरा दो,
मेरा वो सामान लौटा दो
~गुलज़ार ~
3 comments:
Ufff! exquisite images.
WONDERFUL. ALBERT CAMUS COMES TO MIND WITH SUCH IMAGES
Thank you, Varsha! You made my day.
Autar-ji, you're too too kind, really.
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