O stranger, just like, just like the moon
Are you!
The sweet-sweet face, the fair-fair complexion,
The wide-wide eyes,
Whose ghazal or shayari are you!
When see I you all of a suden, feel I so,
But when pass you out of sight, I confuse in
Whether a deam it was!
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Imitative and derivativeBy nature,Often found to be boastfulFull of self-praise and mutual admiration.
Bobby,
love you, love you, Bobby,I loved you, Bobby,Bobby, I love you?Bobby, how to say,How to say,I love you,I love you, Bobby?
Gandi, gandi baat not,
The song of today,Pop Punjabi Bhangra,Hindi song and dance of today,The rhythm of life,Gandi-gandi baat, gandi baat,Dirty-dirty matter, talk,Talk, talk, talk you, talk I,Talk you not, talk I not,Dancing, dancing and singingIn full beat and rhythm.
The blackly-veiled girl
Of Gender studiesSo neglected and weakerDown the ages and agesBurkhawalli bibi,Purdahwalli bibi,Ghumtawalli bibi.
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The artist as a young man,No, no, young man not,A young woman.Sketching the photo of hers,Want I to hang it onOn the wall of the house,Decorating it so elegantly,The portrait of an young artist,The artist as a young man.And the art turning it lively,A girl as a modelSitting before meAnd I drawing her sketches, images,One…
Wearing the white caps,
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