ਤੇਰੇ ਦਿੱਤੇ ਗੁਲਾਬ ਤੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਹੰਜੂ, ਦੋਂਵੇਂ ਹੀ ਸੁੱਕ ਗਏ ਨੇ! ਤੇਰੇ ਵਾਪਸ ਆਉਣ ਦੇ ਚਾਹ ਤੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਸਾਹ, ਦੋਂਵੇਂ ਹੀ ਮੁੱਕ ਗਏ ਨੇ! ਤੇਰੇ ਦਿੱਤੇ ਜ਼ਖ਼ਮ ਤੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਦਰਦ, ਦੋਂਵੇਂ ਹੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਝੂਠੀ ਹੰਸੀ ਚ ਲੁੱਕ ਗਏ ਨੇ! The roses you gave me and my tears, Both have dried up! Longing for your return and my breath, Both are over! Wounds given by you and my pain, Both hid in my false laughter!
I am really against the plucking of any flower, I mean by plucking them I don't know what people get, they may get it's beauty and fragrance for a day and that stupid satisfaction but if you will let them live until they die of their own they give you beauty and fragrance for many days instead of a single day.
@miraquill is giving those topics jin Mai mene ek din pehle hi likha hota hai. Aur wo agle din mere diye topics dete haiI already wrote on red love roses yesterday and they gave this topic to all today and usi ek din pehle i wrote on social issue and next day they also gave that topic under the name chastushka
I have been growing hope in your backyard, Edelweiss of nascent dreams of revival. While frantic were you, Brutally dissipating Our newly planted roses of summer in your lawn. Despite all the frowns and glee into Nurturing our little garden of love, Impassive, oh the callous stoicism in your soul Scorched my soul drizzled onto those coy roses. Oh so naïve of me, to ponder that Our flaccid roses could be restored by Clandestinely etching seeds of fictitious hope, In the backyard of your abandoned heart.
Sigh, wish I knew prior You were lodging wild daisies with your new-fangled lady, Insouciantly ending our roses of summer Long afore the flowering of our neonate rosettes.