Shayari

Shayari 2

Likhi hui kitaab ke saath
Hum pohche dar-e-yaar
Farmaye kuch lafz unhe
Woh kahe shaandar

Puche unhe kya samjhe woh?
Woh kehte samajna kya?

Na hum koi kavi, na koi nagma-zan
Hoti hume bhi kaisi shabdo ki pehchan?

Dekhe diida-e-be-khwaab unke
Hum bhi rakhe dard-e-nihaan.

Ki jaane hum,
Woh Likhe hue shabd sune
Par Woh na parke mera pyaar.
Hothon ke woh lafz padhe
Woh na jaane yeh jazbaat.

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Meaning:

With my hand written book, I reach the door of my beloved.

I recite to her my poetry and prose and she appreciates it.

I ask her what she understood from it and she replies,

"What is there to understand? Neither am I a poet nor am I a singer. What would I know about words?"

I look at her dreamless eyes and looking at them, I hide my own pain within myself.

Because I know,
She could listen to my words
but she can't identify the love in it.
She can read my lips and what I utter
But she's clueless of my feelings for her.

K.C.Waghela
@_poemholic

P.S. I've always felt it that be it my beloved or anyone else. This indeed is true. Because no-one ever understands my poem fully. They would just read it and say it's nice. But do they really know the feelings behind it?