Teri Yaad Me....

Maine chord diya, kitabein padhna...
Ab teri yaad padh kr hi waqt gujar leti hun....
Maine chord diya Barish me bhigna....
Ab tere ishq me hi roj naha leti hun....
Maine chord diya raaton ko jagna ab tere khawab me hi roj so leti hun...
Maine chord diya khamosh rahna...
Ab teri tasveeron se hi do baatein kar leti hun...
Maine chord diya, aansu bahana...
Ab teri muskurahat me hi apni khushi dhund leti hun...
Maine chord diya, aaine me khud ka didar karna...
Ab teri aankhon me hi apna aksh dekh leti hun...
Maine chord diya ghut-ghut ke jeena...
Ab tere intezar me hi zindagi gujar leti hun...
Kavi hash leti hun...
Kavi ro leti hun...
Kavi tanha rashton pe...
Teri yaadon ke saath chal leti hun....

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by KAVITA SINGH

Comments (4)

Beautiful, beautiful. Distant memory from English class P.S.169. Teacher, Marie Buek. Wonderful teacher. Lovely human being.
I have tried to like Longfellow, but his efforts to write an American 'Hermann Und Dorothea' (as here) and to take American poetry down Klopstockian pathways, don't do it for me. The languages are different and so are the sensibilities of the writers. In the end, he's derivative and lacks edge, though his ambition is boundless. His thought and description is commonplace and 'grand' in the worst sense and ultimately vapid- typical of Victorian America.
A very wonferful story told in prose-poetry form....
Another GREAT poem, Mr Longfellows' descriptions of nature are hypnotising.