MY EYES ARE MOIST TODAY..

                                           

 

MY EYES  ARE  MOIST  TODAY ...

My Eyes are moist. Saw a similar scene today. Old, alone  and a struggle to keep bones and flesh together in the heat and dust of alien lands. Driven out from her home and hearth, every old kashmiri Pandit woman conveys a silent yet pathetic  tale of   30 Painful years in exile.

And Allama Iqbal's poem " Tasveer e Dard "  came to my mind....I quote: some lines:

Mera rona nahin , rona hai Yeh saare gulistaan ka ,
Vo  gul huun mein khizaan har gul ki hai goya khizaan meri...
Uthaaye kuchh varaq lala ne ,kuchh nargis ne ,kuchh gul ne,
Chaman mein har taraf bikhri huyi hai daastaan meri..

( Avtar Mota)


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