Aankhon se Toote hai sitaare to kya huwa,
Chalte nahi wo saath hamare to kya huwa.

Toofaan ki zad mein azm mere saath saath tha,
Kashti ko mil sake na kanare to kya huwa.

Tanhayion ne mujh ko gale se laga liya,
Wo ban sake na Dilse hamare to kya huwa.

Sau hausle hamare qadam choomte rahe,
Kuchh be sukoon raat guzare to kya huwa.

Manzil bhi, kaarwan bhi, musafir bhi khud raha,
Saathi bane na Hamare chaand sitaare to kya huwa....?

Khaamoshi achhi nahi inkaar hona chaahiey,
Yeh tamaasha ub sar-e-bazaar hona chaahiey.

Khaab ki ta'beer par israar hay jinko abhi,
Pehlay unko khaab say baidaar hona chaahiey.

Ab wohi karnay lagay deedaar say aagay ki baat,
Jo kabhi kehtey thay bas deedaar hona chaahiey.

Baat poori hay, adhoori chaahiey a'e jaan-e-jaan,
Kaam aasaan hai isay dushwaar hona chaahiey.

Dosti kay naam par kijiye na kiyoon kar dushmani,
Kuch na kuch aakhir tariq-e-kaar hona chaahiey.

Jhoot bola hay to qaayum bhi raho uss par Zafar,
Aadami ko saahib-e-kirdaar hona chaahiey.

My friend forwarded this poem to me. This poem was found in a patient's locker. She left it for us in her death bed. It's too touchy-touchy. I just want to share this with all.

Crabby Old Woman

What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking?
When you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food
And makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice,
"I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice,
The things that you do,
And forever is losing,
A stocking or shoe?

Who, resisting or not,
Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am,
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten,
With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
Who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now,
A lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows,
That I promised to keep,

At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide,
And a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty,
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other,
With ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons,
Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me
To see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing
Young of their own,
And I think of the years
And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman
And nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age
Look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone
Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass,
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.

I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,

And I'm loving and living
Life over again.

I think of the years
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
That nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer . . . see ME!!

It’s no more a joke,
It makes the world jerk;
Can see every one, puff,
Can’t feel the lungs, stuff.

It’s just not a match,
It really costs so much.
Precious life is only once,
Why testing more than once?

Might start it as fun,
Won’t leave you to win.
Don’t give up, giving up,
Don’t forget: Ask for help.

Ending your life is suicide!
Let ending other's is homicide!
Smoke does both side by,
Say smoking a big Good-bye!!

Cheeky boys, make mighty bonds,
Lovely girls, give them hands,
Keep your hands smoke free,
Make the world dirt free.

“Our life is full of pricks,
We get no joy, always shrieks,
No creativity in our mind clicks,
It’s simply because,
We make the house of bricks.

We should think about a new start,
Make joy our live’s inseparable part,
Think always what make our smart,
Why don’t make we the house of heart?

What though if Paradise lost or regained,
We should always live life entertained,
Make the whole world our real friend ,
In the righteous way our mind should be trained.”

If you cry you get wrinkles,

Then why not smile to get dimples,

Keep smiling day and night,

Because

One wants to see you happy all through your life.

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