छटी नहीं है ग़म की काली घटा अभी
पर दिखती है आशा की किरन मुझे
कितनी गहरी होगी सोचो प्यास मेरी
लगता है दरया एक कतरा शबनम मुझे
सुनते है भर देता है वक़्त हर घाव
कैसी है यह फिर सीने में चुभन मुझे
किसको फुर्सत सुनता कोई नग़मा मेरा
हर शख़्स मिला अपने में मगन मुझे
नहीं रही मेरी पहले सी सूरत “अमित”
मत दिखलाओ अब कोई दर्पन मुझे
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 170
Playing with words 
English translation
Clouds of misery still hover in the sky
Yet, I see rays of hope cutting through
guess how intense is my thirst
rivers – a tiny drop seeping through…
my throat … breath hurts, life’s a sore
Time, the doctor, heals no more
who listens to melancholic songs
busy with their lives, counting scores
I don’t look like me any more
Mirrors, disappear! You can’t see my core…
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Thanks Reena, for a wonderful translation as always… I am always fascinated by the metaphorical use of “mirrors” in poems… so, was excited to use it in my piece this time…
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Mirrors are depicted as prisons which house humans and spirits, in fairy tales. I’m always tempted to look behind mirrors 😀
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looking beyond the mirror…
सर-ए-आइना मेरा अक्स है
पस-ए-आइना कोई और है
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Teree daastaaN koi aur thee
Mera vaakaya koi aur hai
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
A ray of hope … by hecblogger
English version in Comments
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bahut khoob.’ किसको फुर्सत सुनता कोई नग़मा मेरा
हर शख़्स मिला अपने में मगन मुझे’
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धन्यवाद
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kaun rota haikisiaur ki khatir e dost
sabkoapni hikisibaat pe rona aaya
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