क्या ख़ाक समझते हम ख़ामोशी
धुआँदार ढेर थी जब नामोशी
मुँह के बल गिरने का एक फ़न है
हर बार मुस्कुराते उठना है बाहोशी
- मुश्ताक़
Monday, October 12, 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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