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It’s Chandigarh

Come with me to Chandigarh
Talk with me on Chandigarh
Walk with me in Chandigarh
It’s Chandigarh, it’s Chandigarh

Named after Goddess Chandika
under Shivalik Ranges
Near Jayanti, Kansa, Mansa Devi
the temples of old ages

Situated between the river-beds of
Patiala-ki-Rao and Sukhna-Choe
Well planned amid landscapes and
surrounded much by gre­­­­en flow

People came here to settle
from near and from far off places
Pay respect to all ages as
knitted well with the love of laces

It’s not only the Queen of tri-city
but also the capitals of three domains
Inhabitant by the crafts-minded and
is dwelt by the master brains

Poets, artists, musicians, dancers
all are enjoying, all are fine
Air essential to crop up a thought
a boon there, for all to shine

It is smoke-free, it is green
it is fresh, clean and neat
Charming weather, soothing views
the City Beautiful is a treat

All love the city, as it is
full of Sun, space and verdure
All feel proud of it, as it is
a fine blend of a new culture

Open Hand is the credo of
Open to give and Open to receive
Open arms Open to welcome
Open hearts Open to conceive

Come with me to Chandigarh
Talk with me on Chandigarh
Walk with me in Chandigarh
It’s Chandigarh, it’s Chandigarh

Oye! It’s Chandigarh

The Path along Sukhna

It was some time back
I still remember that
at this adjoining path
around Sukhna Lake
on a winter moon-lit night
while walking with you
I untimely
made a request
by the way
for a photograph
for which
you stared
and then while swaying
turned down
by the way

I
even to-day all alone
while walking
am looking
in spite of the moon light
that this long path is
desolate
dull
and speechless
when no sound of
foot-step of the other
is heard
then
the heart gets startled
due to the sound of silence
and it begins to sink

slowly and slowly

By and by
along with the
palpitation of the heart
it is felt that
some one is accompanying
but then
at once
it is realized
that no body is with me
that no body is by me

In this world of loneliness
your reflexion is seen
in the water of the Lake
but
it is foggy
it is misty
it is liked obviously
to have a talk with you
but
by that time
every thing goes up
in the air
the Lake comes
to an end
then and there
the path goes
far away
from me
and
me

 

Translated From

My Original Poem in Urdu