سانس لینے کو ہی جینا نہیں کہتے ہیں ظفرؔ زندگی تھی…

Mr. Yousuf Zafar, a prominent Urdu poet, was born in Murree on 1914st December 1914 He lived in a great situation. He passed the matriculation exam in 1936 He passed the matriculation examination in 1939 With Mira Ji, he laid the foundation of Arbab Zauq constituency and after the establishment of Pakistan, he was appointed editor of the famous literary magazine Humayun. Later he joined Radio Pakistan and developed to the post of Station Director. Mr. Yousuf Zafar's biography of Umri ′′ Yousaf Zafar Ki Baat has been published in the name of ′′ Ki Baat ′′ while his poetry collections include the names of Nawa-e-Saq Piman, Hareem Watan, Sada-to-Desert, Zahrakhand and Jandan. His poetry books have also been published. The writing of Judaism is also a great book written on its subject. Mr. Yousuf Zafar died on March 7, 1972 in Rawalpindi. The military cemetery in Rawalpindi is a rich dust.
O my moon, the night is beautiful.
The stars don't talk
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Could not become a single sun
From a million broken stars
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Zafar people want me in their gathering
Those who used to say yesterday that they are crazy and also sleeping.
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It's a glovey, a lot of night wear too
I have your grief and loneliness as well.
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Even after being far away, you have heard the stories of loyalty
There is the same way in nearness. Come closer.
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There is some horror of the heart except the words.
Friends are upset with my behavior.
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Alas these long and cold nights
And a life in short
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We roam around with your eyes.
We have been disgraced by the people.
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Breathing is not called living, Zafar
It was life that would have been the possibility of your meeting
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Water should be denied by calling it fire
Tears should be stopped on the eyelashes.
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Zafar, I am sitting on the way like a stone after getting tired
I don't know when I can get up, who knows when I will
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Maybe love is poison in my veins.
Die like a scorpion with my own sting