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<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\nShe left her book on my table and departed thereafter <\/p>\n\n\n\n Beautifully described old world romance at its best. A brilliant Shair who wrote for the pleasure of writing, Khalish Kadri was from Kamptee, a small suburb of Nagpur. A lot of his work is sealed in the diaries and pages that are unpublished. I admire his works and hope you will too. Read the complete ghazal:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wo meri mez par apni kitaab ch-od gaya Hai choor choor badan aur shikan shikan bistar Mehak rahi hai abhi aanch uske sansoon ki Badan ki kabr mein madfoon kar gaya jaise Na ranjishon ki kasak hai na khwashon ki humak Here\u2019s another sher by him <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u0648\u06c1 \u0645\u0631\u06cc \u0645\u06cc\u0632 \u067e\u0631 \u0627\u067e\u0646\u06cc \u06a9\u062a\u0627\u0628 \u0686\u06be\u0648\u0691 \u06af\u06cc\u0627\u067e\u06be\u0631 \u0627\u0646\u062a\u0638\u0627\u0631 \u06a9\u0627 \u062a\u0627\u0632\u06c1 \u0639\u0630\u0627\u0628 \u0686\u06be\u0648\u0688 \u06af\u06cc\u0627\u062e\u0644\u0634 \u0642\u0627\u062f\u0631\u06cc – Wo Miri mez par apni kitaab chho-od gayaphir intezaar ka taaza azaab chho-od gaya– Khalish Qadri \u0935\u094b \u092e\u093f\u0930\u0940 \u092e\u0947\u091c\u093c \u092a\u0930 \u0905\u092a\u0928\u0940 \u0915\u093f\u0924\u093e\u092c \u091b\u094b\u0921\u093c \u0917\u092f\u093e\u092b\u093f\u0930 \u0907\u0902\u0924\u091c\u093c\u093e\u0930 \u0915\u093e \u0924\u093e\u091c\u093c\u093e \u0905\u091c\u093c\u093e\u092c \u091b\u094b\u0921\u093c \u0917\u092f\u093e– \u0916\u093c\u0932\u093f\u0936 \u0915\u093e\u0926\u0930\u0940 Photo by Liana Mikah on Unsplash She … Continue reading Wo meri mez par apni kitaab cho-od gaya<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12966,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[2],"tags":[181,144,3646,182,180,146,183,145],"class_list":["post-381","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-asad","tag-azaab","tag-intezaar","tag-3646","tag-182","tag-180","tag-146","tag-183","tag-145"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/liana-mikah-TMlxQ4Q9J_c-unsplash.jpg?fit=1920%2C1280&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5ULcA-69","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/381","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=381"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/381\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12968,"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/381\/revisions\/12968"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12966"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=381"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=381"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/swatisani.net\/asad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=381"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
leaving me with a fresh torment of waiting for her<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
phir intezaar ka taaza azaab chod gaya<\/p>\n\n\n\n
shab-e-visaal ka ranj-e-hisaab cho-od gaya<\/p>\n\n\n\n
labon ke paas dehktae saraab ch-od gaya<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ye kis azaab mein mujhko shabab cho-od gaya<\/p>\n\n\n\n
har ek zakhm ko be aab-o-taab cho-od gaya<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thukra diya hai jisne tumhe baaraha Khalish
mumkin hai ja-ba-ja wo tumhe poochta bhee ho<\/p>\n\n\n\n