آج معروف شاعر اور براڈ کاسٹر تابشؔ دہلوی کی برسی ہ…

Tabish Dehlvi was born in Delhi on November 9, 1911 The family name was Syed Masood-ul-Hassan. The first personality was also Masood. He said the first poetry in less than thirteen years with the same personality.
Where did I find Masood people?
Where do I go except his street
Syed Masood-ul-Hasan later adopted Tabish Takhlis and then became well known as Tabish Dehlvi. Early education was at home then went to Hyderabad Deccan to his grandfather. Studied till BA and in 1932 Tabish Dehlvi took first job at the post office of Hyderabad. Tabish Dehlvi came to Delhi in 1947 and was employed in All India Radio. As a voiceist and news he remained connected to All India Radio. After the establishment of Pakistan he He came to Pakistan in 1980 and radio remained associated with Pakistan in different statuses. Even retired from the post of senior producer in 1980
Tabish Dehlvi, a convinced of the civilization of pain, died on 23 September 2004 in Karachi and died in the graveyard of Sakhi Hassan.
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The sky is on my head wherever I go
Where should I go after taking this land

We step into employment
How far should I go?

I lost my identity.
Where should I go to search in the crowd

The destination is asleep for the crowd.
I should also go like a caravan
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The season of separation and meeting is good
This year is good for Qari Jan.

Stay safe from the insurgency of wisdom
The idea that doesn't come is good

Grief is not found in return of heart
This mall is good at such a price
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A lion comes in every soul
Who can control the inhuman life?

I am captive in my head.
Whenever someone comes in a cage

May his feet be my collar
When somewhere comes into reach

Eternal day of meeting O Tabish
See in which year it comes
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A laborer's house opens
Or any wound opens up

Have to see the magic of personality
Who opens if it opens

Both are at stake, Dir and Haram.
See which house opens

Have you seen a flower or a garden?
Beauty opens up to beauty

You are knocking on the knock
When it closes, the door opens.

The sheet of Anna is small.
When I cover my feet, my head opens

Achieve from such a beautiful Sri
The head opens not the door of prison.

I close my eyes Tabish
The view of the view is not open.
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It came and got fresh but
We are scattered like stairs.

Were up like the sun
We landed like a river
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Pick up the burden of life and carry it alone
You can't bear this burden

If it is possible to fly dust in horror, then
A masturbation of dust, lift the head of the desert

Take these Khaftagans along the way.
Take the footsteps with the steps.

May the sickness of Asr be healed soon
Pick up another Messiah from the cradle

From where to bring the power of passion in the heart
What is the use of river in the cup?

Got a great courage for life from the world.
Bear all the sorrows of the world like a good person

If you want to see the unseen eyes
Take a veil from yourself.

Those who have passed through men in the way of passion
Take their footsteps with your eyelashes.

Tabish, take support of hope and beam
Sometimes take the hijab of desire alone.
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Different poems of Tabish Dehlvi
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The way of oppression has changed everything
The bird that cannot fly, sets it free.
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Those who come and go from someone's soul
I sink in these winds
I am the branch of Samar and Tabish
I break less, I get flexible
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The candles of Hussaini's gathering were melted but
The light of the people of Safa was in the night of Ashura.
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Whether it is blind or sad, there should be someone
There should be a rival of interest, yes there should be someone
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Does connection arise from body and soul?
The curtain rises from the middle
You are the one who stays for a long time.
From where you get up in meetings
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There is a hawla of the house of mischief
Otherwise, what dust is kept in the house
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Searched a lot of shelter in shortages
I'm tired of where it was called destination
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This storm of color and smell has passed on it.
The one who became crazy in the spring
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Love is also not Tabish, the reason for Nishat
Now this ritual of pain also came from the heart
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Mirror, mirror, mirror, your beauty
I am surprised to see you till when