Us Ko Juda Hoye Bhi Zamana Bohat Hua
Ab Kyaa Kahen Ye Qissa Purana Bohat Hua
Dhalti Na Thi Kisi Bhi Jatan Se Shab-e-firaq
Ai Marg-e-na-gahan Tera Aana Bohat Hua
Ham Khuld Se Nikal To Gaye Hain Par Ai Khuda
Itne Se Vaqiye Ka Fasana Bohat Hua
Ab Ham Hain Aur Sare Zamane Ki Dushmani
Us Se Zara Sa Rabt Barhana Bohat Hua
Ab Kyun Na Zindagi Pe Mohabat Ko Vaar Dain
Is Ashiqi Mein Jaan Se Jana Bohat Hua
Ab Tak To Dil Ka Dil Se Ta’aaruf Na Ho Saka
Mana Ki Us Se Milna Milana Bohat Hua
Kya Kya Na Ham Kharaab Hoye Hain Magar Ye Dil
Ai Yaad-e-yaar Teraa Thikaana Bohat Hua
Kahta Tha Naasehon Se Mere Munh Na Aaiyo
Phir Kyaa Thaa Ek Huu Kaa Bahaana Bahut Hua
Lo Phir Tire Labon Pe Usii Bewafa Ka Zikr
Ahmad ‘faraz’ Tujh Se Kahaa Na Bohat Hua
Submitted By: Rekhta
Mujhe Mo’ajz0o’n Pay Yaqeen Tha
Tu Nahe Mila To Nahe Raha
Submitted By: Hafiz Mohammad Asher
Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!
Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers,—
Things that are made to fade and fall away
Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.
Love not! the thing ye love may change;
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you,
The kindly-beaming eye grow cold and strange,
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
Love not! the thing you love may die,—
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky,
Beam o’er its grave, as once upon its birth.
Love not! O warning vainly said
In present hours as in years gone by!
Love flings a halo round the dear one’s head,
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.
By CAROLINE ELIZABETH SHERIDAN