Meri bhaasha, mera khaana, mere log....suddenly it all means so much more.
Maybe for the first time I realise,how strongly I am rooted in the land of my forefathers. And I ll never be able to break free.
Main in sarhadon ko paar nahin kar paoongee,
Main in sarhadon ko paar kar kya paoongee
Yahan hi basta hai mera man, mera jeevan
Yahin reh jeeven ka ras jee paaongee.
What a pity i cant write in hindi here.....the language has suddenly come to mean the whole world to me.
Let the poet speak now - Shri Harivansh Rai Bachchan
Mridu mitti ke hain bahe hue
Madhu ghat phoota hi karte hain
Laghu jeevan le kar aaye hain
Pyale toota hi karte hain
Phir bhee madiralay ke andar
Madhu ke ghat hain madhu pyale hain
Jo madakta ke maare hain
Ve madhu loota hi karte hain
Vah kachha peene vala hai
Jiski mamta ghat pyalon par
Jo sachae madhu se jala hua
Kab rota hai chillata hai
Jo beet gayee so baat gayee...
3 comments:
Yeh daraar kaise daal diya!!!
HB was phenomenal... it's a pity I can't read "your" language as fluently as one would like. :)
- Toro
toro poets speak the language of poetry and that is ur language....
Hi! My first time here! Harivanshrai Bacchan was my absolute favourite. At oine stage of my life I could quote him verbatim, still can. Thank you for this ~ Jabberwhacky
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