ना आस ना उम्मीद फिर भी जिए जाते हैं,
जान बूझ के सागर का खारा पानी पिए जाते हैं|
जिनके लिए हुआ यह हाल अपना
वो बनके मेहमान ख़्वाबों में चले आते हैं|
- मुश्ताक़
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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Max Babi, my guru, like Tukaram has a weakness - he barely records his prolific output of poetry. Tukaram is immortal because of Santaji Jagnade who collected his works; this is my attempt to get as much of Max's stuff (he sends it on SMS) in one place.
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