I asked Ma'hulika,
What are you writing now?
She stared at me and replied,
Trying to write a poem.
What is it about? I asked.
Now her eyes squintedin annoying,
No, it is not about you.
I asked, why?
She paused for a little and replied,
Never I want to waste time
In writing a worthless guy!
बहुत खूब जनाब, यह कमबख्त मोहब्बत बहुत ज़ालिम हैं पास होते हुए भी तरसाती हैं, पूछते हैं, उससे क्या हो तुम? ? कहती वो मुझसे मैं जालिम मोहब्बत हूँ, तरसा जाऊँगी, पर हाथ नहीं आऊँगी बेहतरीन रचना rated10++
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I would like to translate this poem
Time is indeed prescious but above time is every live soul that feels blessed to breath on this soil.good work.