Breeze bestirred, died down,
Not even a stray leaf stirred,
He came to my town
And left like migrating bird,
Leaving me parched, my eyes blurred.
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Gulzaar | 16.03.2023 | Tanka
Poet’s note: This is translation of lyricist Gulzar’s short shyries.
Hawa guzar gayi patte the kuchh hile bhi nahi,
wo mere shahar me aaye bhi aur mile bhi nahi.
Pitter patter …pitter patter the glorious sound of the rain drops spatter.
The earth rejoices, the trees dance to the rhythm of pitter… Patter, you can see the smiling face of the white lilies by the river side singing and shouting…ho …what a beautiful quire … pitter… patter …pitter ... patter of the rain drops
The grass shouts hallelujah…hallelujah… ho, what a celebration the dry times are over the green lands are back again
It’s a picturesque view when the land turns from brown to green the mountains come alive clapping its hands joining the jubilation of the pitter …patter …beat.
The winds mixed with rain, magic to the ear. The land sings to the tempo of pitter …patte
We must all revel in this moment when nature comes to life, the beautiful sounds of …pitter …patter.
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