कविता (freeverse)
Dukh ki bhi apni paribhasa hai
Dukh nahi hota to khushi ki keemat kaun janta
This was really beautiful! The whole poem was great :))
Thank you 😊
मुझे एक और कविता याद आ गई , खलील जिब्रान की। शायद दुख का भी एक उद्देश्य है जीवन में।
When My Sorrow Was Born
By Kahlil Gibran
When my Sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over it
with loving tenderness.
And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful
and full of wondrous delights.
And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the world
about us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly with
Sorrow.
And when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged and
our nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an eloquent
tongue, and mine was eloquent with Sorrow.
And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neighbors sat at
their windows and listened; for our songs were deep as the sea and
our melodies were full of strange memories.
And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us
with gentle eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness.
And there were those who looked with envy upon us, for Sorrow was
a noble thing and I was proud with Sorrow.
But my Sorrow died, like all living things, and alone I am left to
muse and ponder.
And now when I speak my words fall heavily upon my ears.
And when I sing my songs my neighbours come not to listen.
And when I walk the streets no one looks at me.
Only in my sleep I hear voices saying in pity, “See, there lies
the man whose Sorrow is dead.”
beautiful, thanks for sharing it
बहुत बढ़िया तुषार!
Keep writing !!
Thanks Arvind 🙏🏻
अति सुंदर
बहुत धन्यवाद 🙏🏻
Beautifully written ✨ sir .
This one - एक कतरा सुख
क्या काफ़ी नहीं
हमेशा के लिए!
❣️✨
सुख की तलाश में अक्सर वक्त बीत जाता है l
हां! सही कहा
thank you for reading it
Dukh ki bhi apni paribhasa hai
Dukh nahi hota to khushi ki keemat kaun janta
This was really beautiful! The whole poem was great :))
Thank you 😊
मुझे एक और कविता याद आ गई , खलील जिब्रान की। शायद दुख का भी एक उद्देश्य है जीवन में।
When My Sorrow Was Born
By Kahlil Gibran
When my Sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over it
with loving tenderness.
And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful
and full of wondrous delights.
And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the world
about us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly with
Sorrow.
And when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged and
our nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an eloquent
tongue, and mine was eloquent with Sorrow.
And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neighbors sat at
their windows and listened; for our songs were deep as the sea and
our melodies were full of strange memories.
And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us
with gentle eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness.
And there were those who looked with envy upon us, for Sorrow was
a noble thing and I was proud with Sorrow.
But my Sorrow died, like all living things, and alone I am left to
muse and ponder.
And now when I speak my words fall heavily upon my ears.
And when I sing my songs my neighbours come not to listen.
And when I walk the streets no one looks at me.
Only in my sleep I hear voices saying in pity, “See, there lies
the man whose Sorrow is dead.”
beautiful, thanks for sharing it
बहुत बढ़िया तुषार!
Keep writing !!
Thanks Arvind 🙏🏻
अति सुंदर
बहुत धन्यवाद 🙏🏻
Beautifully written ✨ sir .
This one - एक कतरा सुख
क्या काफ़ी नहीं
हमेशा के लिए!
❣️✨
सुख की तलाश में अक्सर वक्त बीत जाता है l
हां! सही कहा
thank you for reading it