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Jan 16 07 12:06 AM

Dear all,

Poetry is something strange to elaborate in sence of words, it is irony that poetry is made of words although.

The abstractness which allure the reader is his own, the poets mystical dealings with the emotions, the magnification power that the poet helds to its said form is what makes a work of art.

In here sometimes, although not thoutfully, poetry seems to be taken too lightly; the fact is that we must observe the same respect towards this art, for which the Indian culture has pampered and kept alive this multifacet form in its original intact format.

Taking the opportunity of this Ghazal posted by Shraddha, I express my regards to the people who took efforts in bringing forwad this site and letting the buddies pen down what they have in their heart.

But then, whatever written is bieng in record, so why not put what best we can.

Regards,

Gulam Abbas Hashmi

Aabroo raakh hui jaati hain angaaro ki
Surkhroo hoke bhee hasti hain gunahgaaro ki