Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

 Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Old Age Should Burn And Rave At Close Of Day;

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Though Wise Men At Their End Know Dark Is Right,

Because Their Words Had Forked No Lightning They

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Good Men, The Last Wave By, Crying How Bright

Their Frail Deeds Might Have Danced In A Green Bay,

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Wild Men who Caught And Sang The Sun In Flight,

And Learn, Too Late, They Grieved It On Its Way,

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Grave Men, Near Death, Who See With Blinding Sight

Blind Eyes Could Blaze Like Meteors And Be Gay,

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

And You, My Father, There On The Sad Height,

Curse, Bless, Me Now With Your Fierce Tears, I Pray.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Dylan Thomas

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

By Robert Frost.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

By Robert Frost.

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Old Age Should Burn And Rave At Close Of Day;

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Though Wise Men At Their End Know Dark Is Right,

Because Their Words Had Forked No Lightning They

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Good Men, The Last Wave By, Crying How Bright

Their Frail Deeds Might Have Danced In A Green Bay,

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Wild Men who Caught And Sang The Sun In Flight,

And Learn, Too Late, They Grieved It On Its Way,

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Grave Men, Near Death, Who See With Blinding Sight

Blind Eyes Could Blaze Like Meteors And Be Gay,

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

And You, My Father, There On The Sad Height,

Curse, Bless, Me Now With Your Fierce Tears, I Pray.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.

Dylan Thomas,

Sar Jis Pe Na Jhuk Jaye Osay Dar Nahin Kehte,

 Type By,

*.__SAJJAD__.*

Sar Jis Pe Na Jhuk Jaye Osay Dar Nahin Kehte,

Har Dar Pe Jo Jhuk Jaye Osay Sar Nahin Kehte,

Kya Ahl_e_Jahan Tujh Ko Sitamgar Nahin Kehte,

Kehte Hain Par Tere Munh Par Nahin Kehte,

Qabe Main Musalman Ko Keh Dete Hain Kafir,

But Khane Main Kafir Ko Bhi Kafir Nahin Kehte,

Zindon Ko Dara Sakte Hain Kya Hazrat_e_Waiz,

Jo Kehte Hain Allah Se Dar Kar Nahin Kehte,

Har Baar Naye Shoq Se Hai Gharz_e_Tammana,

Jo Baat K May Khane K Bahar Nahin Kehte,

Kehte Hain Muhabbat Faqat Is Haal Ko Bismil,

Jis Haal Ko Hum In Se Bhi Aksar Nahin Kehte,

Poet _ Bismil Saeedi,

سر جس پہ نہ جھک جائے اسے در نہیں کہتے

 سر جس پہ نہ جھک جائے اسے در نہیں کہتے

ہر در پہ جو جھک جائے اسے سر نہیں کہتے

.

کیا اہلِ جہاں تجھ کو ستم گر نہیں کہتے

کہتے تو ہیں لیکن ترے منہ پر نہیں کہتے

.

کعبے میں مسلمان کو کہہ دیتے ہیں کافر

بت خانے میں کافر کو بھی کافر نہیں کہتے

.

رندوں کو ڈرا سکتے ہیں کیا حضرتِ واعظ

جو کہتے ہیں اللہ سے ڈر کر نہیں کہتے

.

ہر بار نئے شوق سے ہے عرضِ تمنّا

سو بار بھی ہم کہہ کے مکرر نہیں کہتے

.

مے خانے کے اندر بھی وہ کہتے نہیں مےخوار

جو بات کہ مےخانے کے باہر نہیں کہتے

.

کہتے ہیں محبت فقط اس حال کو بسمل

جس حال کو ہم ان سے بھی اکثر نہیں کہتے​

.

*_(بسمل سعیدی)_*

Sar Jis Pe Na Jhuk Jaye Osay Dar Nahin Kehte,

 Type By,

*__SAJJAD__*

Sar Jis Pe Na Jhuk Jaye Osay Dar Nahin Kehte,

Har Dar Pe Jo Jhuk Jaye Osay Dar Nahin Kehte,

Kya Ahl_e_Jahan Tujh Ko Sitamgar Nahin Kehte,

Kehte To Hain Lekin Tere Munh Par Nahin Kehte,

Qaabe Main Musalman Ko Keh Dete Hain Qafir,

Bott Khane Main Kafir Ko Bhi Kafir Nahin Kehte,

Rindon Ko Dara Sakte Hain Kya Hazrat_e_Waiz,

Jo Kehte Hain Allah Se Dar Kar Nahin Kehte,

Har Baar Naye Shok Se Hai Arz_e_Tammana,

So Baar Bhi Hum Keh K Mukarar Nahin Kehte,

May Khane K Andar Bhi Who Kehte Nahin May Khwaar,

Jo Baat K May Khane K Bahar Nahin Kehte,

Kehte Hain Muhabbat Faqat Is Haal Ko Bismil,

Jis Haal Ko Hum In Se Bhi Aksar Nahin Kehte,

Poet_Bismil Saeedi,