بلراج کومل کا یومِ پیدائش September 25, 1928 ار…

Famous personality of Urdu poetry and literature, Adeeb, poet, critic and fiction writer
Anjahani Balraj Komal was born on 25 / September 1928 in Sialkot (Pakistan). He made Delhi his residence after partition of homeland.
Due to his serious attitude of Urdu literature, he was counted among the first row. Bilraj Komal was the highest and ranked literary organization of India by Sahtiya Academy for his poetry collection ′′ Birds Bhara Sky ′′ 1985 I was awarded the award. In 2011, he was also received the address of Padma Shri by the Government of India. His writings include my poems, Rishta Dil, Next Cover, Eyes and Feet (Collection of stories) and the search of literature. Criticism) included. He was also a well-known translator. He has transferred the creations of English, Hindi, Urdu and Punjabi to another languages.
Balraj Komal died on November 26, 2013 after a brief illness.
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This poem is from 1948 which made the name of Balraj Komal among the Muqr Adeebas and poets. His dispensation is still alive today.

Lonely

Stranger, stop your steps.
I know I am a stranger to you
Still wait for a bit
Listen to this story filled with tears
Let's take this world with us.

I have no one in the world today
Not my mom
Not my dad
Not my little innocent brother
Not the arrogant rays of my rape
He is not a homeman under whose shadow
Kept listening to the chant of loris
Kept picking flowers
Kept singing the song
Kept smiling
Today is nothing at all

The mirrors that are afraid of my eyes
My mom's my dad's dad's dad's
And from the blood of my little innocent brother
Are the terrorists
The desolation of my eyes today
Some vulnerable memories are inhabited
Today the dry kanwal of my aspirations
The water of my tears are lush
My paining sobbing today
It's the cry of a broken person
And nothing else
Hunger does not fade away
No cloth on the body
Hope is extinct

I have no one in the world today
Stranger, stop your steps.
Listen to this story filled with tears
Let's take this world with us.
Be my mom
Be my dad
Be my apa
Be my little innocent brother
Be my arrogant rays of rape
Be something to me
Be something to me
Be something to me
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Lost will be sad
When I met that person with you

When the approach will be mentioned
There will be a distance between

The soul has become bad from the soul
When will the body be separated from the body?

Again he has called me by writing a letter
There will be a problem in front

Everyone in the house must be sleeping
The flower must have burnt in the courtyard

When people will talk about tomorrow
There will be a fear in the heart
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Guest

Sea birds
If they weren't ravens why
They came and at Mandir
The raga of kai kai
In their style, the expansion of the expansion will come for a moment.
In the sale of hopes
Scatter my straws
Some of them flew away like this
Don't come back till today
Who was my guest
Who had to come to me
Did not come here even after forgetting
Years have passed by
There was no knock on the door, no sound
My guest in my own home
I have become!!
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Work of dust

They are under the dust
They don't make any promises to us
We are the ones who are always filled with love.
Sometimes the mourning of Gasari
Sometimes the deprived of Javed, the relationships of memories
Let's set us up
Those destiny those chains
Those who attach to them, we complain to them.
To the helpless people who are worried

Our story of grief
Our pain, tears and weeping
Millions of excuses to do like
We are renewed in the gathering.
Make us neglect the possibility of flying
Those who are under the dust don't say anything. They don't hear anything.
From the consciousness of death and entity
Always stay away
They are busy in the work of dust in the evening and dawn.
They don't worry about the past and the separation.
Don't make any claims
They don't complain to us complaints.
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Neighbourhood
Today in this gathering of Fasrada
Shadow of the color of spring
On the faces of sad friends
Tabani is searching for him

Known people are sitting
Still with the pleasure of neighbourhood
They all are as negligent as they are
You have scratched your nature