Bas Mai Hoon Yahaan
May 07 2006
Here are some Ash’aar from a Ghazal I wrote last summer on a lazy evening. Hope you guys enjoy it.
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The last puff of the day-wind brought from the unseen villages the scent of damp wood smoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth, and rotting pine-cones. That smell is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if it once gets into the blood of a man he will, at the last, forgetting everything else, return to the Hills to die. - Rudyard Kipling
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Hi nice blog!,
Devnagri is difficult to read (for me)… Transliretion would be easier for ppl like me 🙂
InshaAllah I will be visiting your blog often..