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This poem is inspired by ArshiHamesha's post on the dupatta called the Journey of dupatta.
Special thanks to aarwen for bringing out the topic because of which ArshiHamesha made this post.
ArshiHamesha has just celebrated her birthday and I dedicate this poem to her on the occasion.
Faiqa, this is for you 🤗 . Wanted to post this on your birthday, but didn't want to hurry and mess it up. So, just a little bit late. 😳
Dupatta
Sarsar karta hawa mein jaise mast magan ud jaaye
Piya ko dekh, sudh budh khoye, man gagan choo jaaye
Baar baar ye saraahe unko, aur kareeb le jaaye
Ek hi jhalak mein pehchane unko, albela, matwala dupatta
Jaate huye ko rokne ke liye, dhoondhe kayee bahaane
Kabhi file, kabhi ghadi ya aur koyi kadi, jis se bhi ho jakad jaaye
Gaadi jaise dost ho iska, baar baar isee se ulajh jaaye
Door na jaana piya se, kehta sharaarti, natkhat dupatta
Piya ke haath se sar par odhli, apna haq jataaye
Yehi hai jeevan sangini kehte, piya ke paas ud jaaye
Kabhi parda, kabhi saadi bankar piya ko yaad dilaye
Anchaahe vivaah mein bhi naache, sayana, prasanna dupatta
Prem ke gulaab khilne lagey, mausam rangbirangi ho jaaye
Na samshay, na sankoch, na koyi rok, haq se haath mein jaaye
Alhad premiyon ko paas laane ka saadhan ye ban jaaye
Sharm se jhuki palkon ko dekh mand mand muskaaye dupatta
Kavach yehi, raksha yehi, sammaan ka hai chinha yehi
Do premiyon ke beech mein judey, prem ka hai bandhan yehi
Apni sangini ke suraksha ka ban jaata hai vachan yehi
Iss prem kahani ka hai ek eham kirdaar ye dupatta
Translation:
Swaying about, swooning, it flies in the air
Watching the beloved, losing senses, the heart touches the sky
Again and again, caresses him, takes one more close
Recognising him in one sight, innocent, drowsy dupatta
To stop someone from going, searches for many excuses
Sometimes file, sometimes watch or some other link, to whichever it can catch on
The car as if, is its friend, gets entangled to it again and again
Don't go away from your beloved, says the prankful, naughty dupatta
From the hands of the beloved, adorned the head with it, displaying its right
She is your life partner, saying so flies away to the beloved
Sometimes as curtain, sometimes as saree, it reminds the beloved
Dances in the unwanted wedding too, is the wise, satisfied dupatta
The roses of love are blooming, the aura becomes colourful
No doubts, no hesitation, nor any halt, with right it goes into the hand
To bring the young lovers close, it becomes the means
Watching the bashful eyelids go downwards, the dupatta gives out a mild smile
It's the shield, the protection, the symbol of respect
It is the bonding of love connecting two lovers
It becomes the promise for protection of his partner
An essential character of this love story is this dupatta
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