Treasure Island

Farah Ilyas

(10 12 1987 / Faisalabad, Pakistan)

Fari


Khar're khot'te ke tjy kiya pechan fari...

Yakja the jo mala moteo ke lati.....


Peshe nazar halat se jo bikar rahi hai gadi-ba-gadi...

Gulshan me phol, shabnum se jese tur hu punkati....



Muntasir juzbat, masa'yab me hai ghir'ri

Doar-e hazar me jahan chal rahi hai dil farebeo se mutasir hne ke jad'di


zaro mufad parasti k hatho me hai
iktadhar ke chat'ti


zakhmo se chulni badan, chup sade taqdir krti hai yeh swal kati...



Waqo pazer azmahishu, mutalbat pe kaisy utre ge tu kari? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Waqo pazer azmahishu, mutalbat pe kaisy utre ge tu kari? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Submitted: Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 08, 2013

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  • Yasmeen Khan (6/25/2013 11:59:00 AM)

    Dear Farah, it's a thoughtful poem, but I'm so poor at reading and writing Roman Urdu. I wish there would be Urdu script available here so it'd be even more enjoyable. (Report) Reply

  • Gulsher John (6/8/2013 4:44:00 AM)

    Fari means Fara yani Farah....... its hard to read Roman urdo but still enjoyed.....
    Good job Fari (Report) Reply

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