BTAO ZARA KON SI BAHAR LY K AYA HAY ''JUNAURY''

 

BTAO ZARA KON SI BAHAR LY K AYA HAY ''JUNAURY''

TUM TU KEHTY THAY BHOT WERAN HY DECEMBER

ABOUT JANUARY

 O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire The streams than under ice. June could not hire Her roses to forego the strength they learn In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn The bridges thou dost lay where men desire In vain to build. 

        O Heart, when Love's sun goes To northward, and the sounds of singing cease, Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace. Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose. Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows, The winter is the winter's own release.

JANUARY POEM

JANUARY 

Christmas feels,-- 

That well-fed and wine-reeling 

wassailer,-- 

With all his feasts and fires, feels cold 

and shivers, 

And the red runnel of his indolent 

blood 

Creeps slow and curdled as a northern

 flood. 

And lakes and winter-rills, impetuous 

rivers 

And headlong cataracts, are in silence

 bound, 

Like trammelled tigers lashed to 

th'unyielding ground. 

Cornelius Webb

January Ki Amad Main.....

January Ki Amad Main Jo Ayi Naye Saal Ki Barsaat AYYAZ

Is Saal Bhi Meri Aankhon Ki Nami Barsaat Ki Bondon Main Chup Gayi