ज़मीन फट जाए,
आगबबूले उछल निकले,
पहाड़ों को डुबोई समन्दर,
इसे मैं क़यामत नहीं समझता|
तुम न र्हो मेरी नज़्म सराहने,
सोच के लरज़ता हूँ|
- मुश्ताक़
Monday, April 5, 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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