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OF AN AGE
When no beloved
or the familiar world we left
remained,
there you were,
bringing invitations
of new emotions
without any ornamental lines,
becoming a
mnemonic of this period
in our lives.
We have to concur now:
we were brought up
beholding you.
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MUDDAT
Jaha na Janaan hai
Na hi khud ka chora
aabaad jahaan,
waha bina kisi tehreer ke,
bin bulaye ehsaason
ke nyote liye
aaye tum,
banke is muddat ki
Jaan.
Akhir
hum bhi maan lete hai,
tujhe dekhkar hi
hum pale-badhe hai.
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NOTE: The respective English and Urdu versions( the latter is rendered in English script) of the poem by yours truly have been written as a tribute to Claude Monet's iconic artwork 'The Water-Lily Pond'.
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