Maa achi tarah tayar krna, aaj mera Aakhri din hai
Maa achi tarah tayar krna, aaj mera Aakhri din hai
Bohat sa pyar krna, aaj mera aakhri din hai
Sabhi Behnu ki mohabbtein aaj mujhe hi de do
dil o jan nisar krna aaj mera aakhri din hai
Abu hain Ami hain Behan Bhai hain sare
Mujh ko na shumar krna aaj mera aakhri din hai
Tumhein staya tumhein rulaya
bohat dukh diye hain tum ko
Mujhe maaf mere yar krna
Aaj mera aakhri din hai.
Sach Kaho Mujh Ko Ye Anwan Bura Lagta Hai
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Inspirational-Urdu-Poetry, Maa-Poetry, mothers day poetry, Motivational-Urdu-Poetry
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Sach Kaho Mujh Ko Ye Anwan Bura Lagta Hai
Zulm Sehta Hoya Insan Bura Lagta Hai
Kis Kadar Hogaye Masrof Ye Dunya Apni
Ek Din Thehre Tu Mehman Bura Lagta Hai
Un Ki Kedhmat Tu Bohat Dor, Beton Batiyon Ko
Burhe Maa Baap Ka Farman Buta Lagta Hai
Mare Allah Meri Naslo Ko Zillat Se Nikal
Hath Phelaye Hoye Musilman Bura Lagta Hai
The Mother - Poem of Jalib with English translation
The children were shot dead
The mother, in fury, said
These pieces of my heart
Should cry and I stand apart
Looking on from afar
This I cannot do
I should look on from afar
As the tyrants, night and day
With the blood of my children Holi* play
Besmirched in red
As the children were shot dead
The mother, in fury, said
These pieces of my heart
Should cry and I stand apart
Looking on from afar
This, I cannot do
* Spring festival played with coloured water
She walked came down to the ground
Like lightening flashing around
The tyrant’s hand trembled
Full of fear the gun frowned
Everywhere her echo did resound
I am hereby bound, I am coming for this round
I am hereby bound, I am coming for this round
Then oppression became evil
Panic-stricken were those who kill
When she thundered
As our children were murdered
She said, you vampires
Gold is the be all of your desires
This land belongs to us all
This land, you Dunces Esquires
Lackeys, still, to your British Sires
The sahib’s beneficence
Has not made you landlords: squires
Desist from this tyranny
Back to your barracks, flee
You, who rove ahead
With a gang of plunderers you have bred
As our children were shot dead
Ho gaye bache jawan budhi ho rahi hai maa (Maa Poety)
Ho gaye bache jawan budhi ho rahi hai maa
be khuwab ankhoon main khuwab bo rahi hai maa.
Roti apne husse ki dekar apne bacho ko
sabar ki dara udre bhokhi soo rahi hai maa
Saans ki mariza hai phir bhe thande pani se
Kitne Sakt Sardi main kapre dhorahi hai maa
Ger ki Sikayat par phir kisse sararat par
Mar kar mujhe bhi ro rahi hai maa
Khelne se jo mujh ko rokti thi mitti main
Odhe kar wohi mitti aaj so rahi hai maa.
Teri Nazar Ko Tarsey Tera Beta ! (Maa Poetry)
Teri Nazar Ko Tarsey Tera Beta !
Teri Gaud Me Soney Ko Tarpey Tera Beta !
Buhut Door Ja Chuki Ho Tum Maa !
K Tere Pass Anay Ka Sochey Tera Beta !!
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