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WOH MEHNDI KA
RANG
THE COLOUR OF MEHNDI
Woh hatthon ki mehndi abhi utri bhi
na thi
Ke maano tanhaiyaa doli sang aa chalee
Armaano ka ghunghat abhi udhaa he na tha
Ki bechaini ki raat suhag ban gayee
Un pheeke se bejaan haathon ko hum dhektai he rahe
Ghunghat ki aad mein hum baithe yuh rote he rahe
Subha ki kiran jab un aasoo-on per dheere sai chayee
Tab yeh maloom hua ki, yeh apni duniya hai per hai parayee
Kai bechain tanha raatai guzar gayee yuhi akele
Charron taraf ab duniya ke melai hai hume ghere
Per woh mehndi ka rang, woh armaano ka sang
Bus, sooni safed chaader mein liptai huai hai mere
The colour of mehndi
had not even left my hands when
Loneliness come home along with the bride
Desires that flowed in me had yet not been unveiled
When restlessness became as if my wedding night
Bemused, I kept gazing at those colourless, lifeless hands
Weeping quietly, hidden behind my wedding veil
When the first rays of morning fell gently on those tears
I realized that although it was said to be my world, it wasn’t
So many a forlorn nights have been spent alone
Although surrounded am I by the milieu of this world
But that colour of Mehndi and the desires that flowed
Were left behind on the white empty sheet that shrouds me so
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Chandi~
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