Indira Varma
mohabbat men aaya hai tanha abhi rang
badalne lagi hai magar zindagi rang
So far life has shown only one color of love
Yet life is beginning to change its colours
baharon ke anchal men khush-bu chhupi hai
gulon ki qaba men bhare hain sabhi rang
the fragrance swings in the apron of spring
the raiments of flowers are filled with all the colours
tumhare bina sab adhure hain janan
saba phuul khush-bu chaman raushni rang
My dearest, without you everything is incomplete
the morning breeze, flowers, fragrances, garden, light, colours
jo bhule se bachpan men pakdi thi titli
surur-e-vafa men bhi utra vahi rang
Once a childhood, when I mistakenly caught a butterfly
I found its colour seeped in the heady brew of loyalty
na jaane kahan se barasti hai barish
sajati hai tere agar dilbari rang
No one knows where the rain falls from
Whenever my love begins to paint you
mile ‘indira’ mera paigham un ko
liye hai mukammal miri shairi rang
May they receive this message, hopes Indira
My poetry has now attained its fullest glory
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