مخدوم محی الدین کا یومِ پیدائش Feb 04, 1969 آج ا…

Today is the birthday of the famous poet of Urdu literature and left wing leader Makhdoom Mohiuddin.
Date of birth: February 4, 1908
Date of death: 25 August 1969
Makhdoom Mohiuddin was a famous Urdu language poet and also a famous Leftist leader.
Makhdoom was born on 4 February 1908 in Hyderabad Deccan. He belonged to a fanatic religious ancestral. His grandfather was a reader in the historic Mecca Mosque of Hyderabad Deccan. Father Ghous Mohiuddin was also associated with a religious institution. He was and his residence was also in the mosque. His family was very poor by birth, seeing a distant tour of poverty and exploitation around him, he was impressed by leftist ideology and struggled for a lifetime.
Death
He died on 25 August 1969 when he came to Delhi from Hyderabad to attend a meeting. He was buried in the graveyard Shah Khamosh in Hyderabad Deccan.
This poetry is engraved on his tomb.
He kept singing alone away from the meetings.
He slept with his head on the instrument before dawn.
Poetry journey
His poetry journey is over 35 years. Makhdoom was not a Zud Go poet. However, his three poetry collections were published from different intercourse. Red Sawera, Gul Tar and Basat Dance. Makhdoom mostly in the genre of poetry. I have tested the class. The total number of his poetry is only 21
′′ Missing you all night ′′ and ′′ Light the flame of love so that some night goes away ′′ are one of their representative of the ghazals. The poem contains Bilour, Meeting, Woman, Time, Unbearable Messiah and Desire.
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Biblicals
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Red dawn
Garden of Tar
Dance of dance
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Namon of Kalam
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Missing you all night
The wet eyes kept smiling the whole night
The candle of pain kept burning all night
The love of sorrow kept trembling all night
The beautiful sound of the flute
The whole night kept coming as a memory
The moon of memory kept descending in the heart
The moonlight kept shining all night
Some crazy person was roaming in the streets
Some voice kept coming all night
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I started the lesson of love here
I have expressed the word of prayer here.
I had seen the love of pride and modesty here.
I had heard the sound of heartbeat here earlier.
Still remember the water shore here in the fields
Dragon of desire in the hearts, lips were closed.
We used to talk with eyes, we used to fill the breath of love.
Neither the forehead would have been broken, nor when the attitude was changed
God also used to smile when we loved
Still remember the water shore here in the fields
How would he come as if a drink of wine would come in the era
What does he come, colorful, colorful, pipe, come
I know how to color those colours of youthfulness
The youthfulness of youth comes to make me drink in the lips.
Still remember the water shore here in the fields
When there are slips at every step with the burden of modesty
The colors scattered in the air are the shaking of the body
The stars of the heart are continuously unveiled.
The secrets of secrets are full of efforts.
Still remember the water shore here in the fields
The worry of Farda used to be far away from us.
Life used to be filled with the server of Sarmadi
Our sincerity used to be the jealousy of the innocent.
The country used to swing the swing, the Ghazal Khawan used to be beautiful.
Still remember the water shore here in the fields
Neither the fields are left nor the water is left.
But there is a blurred sign of that luxury.
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We kept waving all night in the eyes of Namnak
Like breath you kept coming and going
We were happy that the dream of our wishes will come true
Our desire will come to a veil.
You will be shy by lowering your eyes.
The uncle will come scattered on the face
Shakibaiyisi had come in the heart of disturbed
There was a shehnai ringing in my grief room.
Even the stars of the night are getting sleepy
There was a hope for you to come, now it is going
The morning took the yawn while getting up from the sage
O Saba, you also came alone when you came.
My beloved, my sleepy maker
My mosques, those who touch my soul
Come so that the desires of my prostrations come out
Come on, so that my life will come out at your feet
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Fardiat
The gathering of Nawaz is the same! Come here
O ' the message of Abudi! Come here
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May the bodies of martyrs be burning like wax.
The candle was shining all night in the morning.
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One of his poem fodder
A little away from the bar at that turn
Two bodies burnt in the fire of love
Under a chameli's head
Love word loyalty
Love is their God
Love is their cheetah
Two bodies burnt in the fire of love
Under a chameli's head
Getting wet in the os
Bathing in the moonlight
Like two fresh flowers last afternoon
Cool, cool lesson, the wind of the garden
Only mourning happened!!!
Cling to the black and black loots
For a moment on a hot cheek
Stopped
Two bodies of love
We saw them
In the day and in the night
In light and darkness
Mosques's monk saw them
The temples of temples saw them.
The cracks of the bar saw them
Two bodies of love
From eternity to eternity, tell me this.
In your zanbeel
Is there a chemistry of love too?
Is there some cure for love?
Two bodies burnt in the fire of love
Under a chameli's mandwa