जब रात सो जाती है,
और मसरूफ़ रूहें
ढूँढ़ती हैं अपनी पहचान,
वह महफ़ूज़ से
सम्भलती है
ज़िन्दगी के अहसान
- नुज़्हत
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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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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