![]() ![]() ![]() On in the caper, the mesquite or the cypress.įor the rest of my life I would drink the nectar of sorrow My nest would be among the mulberry trees, That I could forget the roads of the world, There is something in Shiv's poetry which tugs at the invisible chords of emotion and makes you think and rethink about what you really want. I revisited this poem after a very long time today and it resonated with the free bird within me which wants to be free and scale the heights of the ever expanding horizons. Someone requested the lyrics of Shiv Batalvi's poem Jee Chahe Panchi ho jaavaan. I must extract the very essence of fragrance,įor I have been given the gift of separation, Without it I would have been just a piece of clay I was supremely fortunate that this separation from you, In the temple of separation each one of us We are all born in the house of separation, wants for which you can sacrifice everything. When you are faraway from your loved ones the loneliness eats up your innards it tugs at your heart and makes you wish tis moment should never return but this is one feeling which brings you more firmly in touch with your inner feelings and wants. To whom they will give the esteem of a pir. On occasion, in gatherings of great people I did not leave Jhang, I did not pierce my ears, Why ask about the condition of fakirs like us? ![]()
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