The Poems

SAAYE ME DHOOP

kahaan to tay thaa charaagaa har ek ghar ke liye
kahaan charaag mayassar nahii shahar ke liye

yahaan darakhton ke saaye me dhuup lagatii hai
chalo yahaan se chale aur umr bhar ke liye

na ho qamiiz to ghutano se pet Dhak lenge
ye log kitane munaasib hain is safar ke liye

Khudaa nahiin na sahii aadamii kaa Khvaab sahii
koi hasiin nazaaraa to hai nazar ke liye

vo mutama_in hain ki patthar pighal nahiin sakataa
main beqaraar huun aavaaz me asar ke liye

jiyen to apane bagiiche mein gulmohar ke liye
maren to Gair kii galiyon mein gulmohar ke liye

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.