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Papa(i Love Him A Lot) by roochi: 11:52am On May 05, 2009
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jo ha sapna dilo mein bunta,
unke yaha nanha bacchpan hai khilta,
aankhein dekho sapne wali,
khushi se jhar jhar aansoon girta,
uski zindagi kaise sawaare,
din raat isi uljhan mein jhulasta,
usko na koi kast choo sake,
iske laakh prayatan wo karta,
dhoop,chanv,aandhi,toofan se,
usko bachane ka jatan karta,
lage na usko najar kisi ki,
pal pal bas dua yahi karta,
mandir,masjid,gurudware par,
isi aass mein matha tikta,
uski har khawahish ko wo , 
uski naanhi aankhoin mein padta,
usko na koi kast ho sake,
iske liye din raat wo mehnat karta,
din din lamha lamha usne
uske hoto ko dekhkar kaate,
kab apni khamoshi todkar,
muh se papa papa bolega,
isi intjaar mein wo har lamhe wo saanse bharta,
aaj falak bhi waisa hai,
aaj din bhi nahi naya sa,
aaj wahi phool baharoon mein,
aaj wahi masoom fiza hai,
fir kyun aaj usse din naya sa lagta hai,?
meethe sawar uske kano mein gunje,
PAPA  kah kar usse koi pukarta hai,
aaj wo sapna pura hua hai,
jiske intjaar mein wo har lamha saanse bharta tha,
aaj kyun uski bewafa ho gai,
kyun in mein se pani girta hai,
yeh to wo intjaar hai yaaroin,
jo wo itne lamhooin se karta tha,
aaj raat bhi ujaali lagti hai,
aaj andhera bhi accha lagta hai,
uski aankhoin mein neend nahi,
bas kaanoin mein PAPA PAPA gunjata hai,
baache ke naanhe kadam aaj se,
sawar se taal milate hai,
PAPA PAPA kahte kahte
pure aangaan mein kohraam machate hai.,
din din karke samay hai chalta,
ab wo baccha PAPA se jidh bhi karta,
garmi mein baraf ka gola khane ko ,
wo aankhoin se aansoon bahata,
har jidh wo apni puri karwata,
saardi mein garam garam pakode ki jidh wo karta,
uske PAPA uski har jidh puri karta,
akhir uske liye h to wo kaam karta,
apni duniya simta ke rakhta,
har kaam wo apne bacche ke liye h karta,
baccha uska bada ho raha ,
duniya apni fella wo raha,
bacche ki duniya aaj wo nahi,
jo sirf uske liye h jeeta,
bacche ke kinaare feel gaye ab,
hamrahi sab hi baan gaye ab,
gali kucche mein khelta hai wo,
jiske liye koi din raat mehnat karta,
chori chori chupke chupke,
dayre uske door ho gaye,
ab na jane kyun uske,
zindagi jine ke naaye mayane ho gaye,
aaj raat bhi jab usne,
chaadar taan li puri,
uska PAPA so gaya bina chadar ke,
nahi badla pyar uska,
tab se ab tak ispar,
fir kyun badaal gaya wo itna,
kyun uske kinaare feel gaye,
hamrahi sab hi ban gaye,
lakin kuch apne peche rah gaye ,
us raat ke kale saaye mein,
kisi gali ke kisi choor par,
bacchpan ki masumiyat chali gayi,
jhank raha ab dhoda sa,
matlab aur sawarth uske maan mein,
utha bhor ko masti mein,
kisi ki usko parwa nahi,
chala wo aisi gaaliyoin mein aage,
jaha bahut peeche rah gaye h apne sabhi,
ek taraf sab badal raha hai,
ek taraf ab bhi sab kuch waisa hai,
usi gali ke choor par aaj bhi,
ek insaan rahta hai,
jo sirf uske liye hi saanse bharta hai,
raaho mein aage chalte chalte dhokar ,
bacche ne khai hai,
jhakhmi hua hai tan uska,
fir kyun kismat par rota hai,
aakar unhi gaaliyoin mein wapas,
PAPA PAPA karta hai,
kuch samay sab thik chala,
ab uska bacchpan uska sath ,
chood chala,
aaj us dil mein ek naya yuwak rehta hai,
PAR AAJ USKA DIL KYA PAPA PAPA KARTA HAI?/
gira jab jab wo dhokar khakar,
uthaya usko jisne ja kar,
usi ki baat aaj wo kaha sunta hai,
nikalkar aanjaan gaaliyoon mein,
aaj fir aage aage chalta hai,
usi gali ke choor par aaj b,
ek insaan rehta hai,
jo sirf uske liye hi jeeta hai,
iss baar usse aisi dhokar lagi,
wahi koi sambhalne wali mili,
uske dil mein aaj koi aane wala hai,
KYA AAJ USKA DIL PAPA PAPA KARTA HAI,
mili naajare aisi pyaar mein,
laga barbad kiye itne saal,
bekaar mein,
ab to usko khusi milti hai,
bas ussi ke saath mein,
aaj wo bani hai aisa jaariya,
badal gaya hai uska naajariya,
karta hai sang jeenae marne ki baatein,
yaad nahi kya usse wo dhandi raatein,
jab taan kar sota tha puri chadar,
uska PAPA wahi,
bina chadar ke sota tha,
aaj bhi nahi badala wo insaan jo sirf,
apne bacche ke liye jeeta hai,
par aaj wo bani hai aisa jaariya,
badal gaya hai uska naajariya,
ab usse PAPA se kya lena,
jal aur machali jaisa ,
unke pyaar ka sangam tha,
aaj wo chala un gaaliyoon se door,
jiske choor par aaj bhi uska PAPA rahta hai,
jo sirf uske liye hi saanse bharta hai,
ruke raahoin mein chalte chalte,
dhode pal ke liye aaj,
na jaane uske maan mein kya chalta hai,
KYA USKA MAAH AAJ BHI PAPA PAPA KARTA HAI,
galat soch hai sochne waalo ki,
wo apna aashiyana banana chahta hai,
YAKINAN USKA MAAN PAPA PAPA NAHI KARTA HAI,
tinka tinka pata buta jodh kar usne ghar hai banaya,
us ghar mein aaj bhi wo insaan rahta hai,
jiske liye koi kahi par,
dua aaj bhi karta hai,
uske jahan se mit gayi yaadein,
yaad nahi usse wo dhandi raatein,
nahi ki phir usne kabhi baatein ,
us insaan ke baare mein,
jo sir uske liye hi saanse bharta hai,
dastak hui hai aaj ghar par,
shayad koi aandar aana chahta hai,
khola jab ladke ne darwaja,
wahi aadmi baahein fallaien khada tha,
ja\o sirf uske liye hi saanse bharta tha,
dekha ladke ne aisi najaar se,
maano utaar gaya ho chehra jaahan se,
wo yaad kar raha hai us insaan ka chehara,
jo SIRF uske liye hi saanse bharta hai,
ladka bola tum aandar aa jao,
dekho mera aashiyaana,
us ghar se to accha hai na,
jisme mein kabhi janma tha,
hoth soonh ho gaye us insaan ke,
jo dua hamesha karta tha,
KYA MITTI PATHAR SE AAJ YAHA,
AASHIYAANO KA SAUDA HOTA HAI,
kya ye wahi beta hai jkha PAPA ne,
beraang sabhi deeware thi,
un deewaro par kaha,
khushiyo aur gum ka kaacha chitha tha,
ye soch kar ki kya se kya ho gaya,
wo dhandi saanse bharta hai,
tha aashiyana bahut bada,
phir khushiya samet na paya kyun??
kyun waha par aadar saamman na rehta tha?/
KYA YEH USI KA GHAR HAI
JO PAPA PAPA KEHTA THA??///
jakar kamre mein wo beth gaya,
par kya usse wo anand milta tha,
jab uska beta godh mein bethkar,
PAPA PAPA karta tha,
aaj raat ka bhayanak hai andhera,
aaj falak par sharap hai gehra,
chila raha hai beta waha,
jaha saadiyoon se thaka PAPA sota hai,
bardash nahi hai betae ko,
PAPA ka bech mein aana,
dhakhal dena kisi cheej mein,
kyunki ab apne har fasale wo khud hi ,
lena chahta tha,
WAHI BETA jo aksaar PAPA PAPA karta tha,
kaha betae ne ucche sawar mein,
DAFA HO JAO MERAE GHAR SE,
SOONH RAH GAYA WO AADMI JO,
SAPNE DILO MEIN BUNTA THA,
DIN RAAT BETAE KE LIYE JHULASTA THA,
USKI KHUSHI KE LAAKH PRAYATAN KARTA THA,
PAL PAL DUA KARTA THA,
JO USKI KHAWAHISHO KO USKI AANKHOIN MEIN PADTA THA,
JO HAR SAANS APNE BETAE KE LIYE BHARTA THA,
JISKE HOTH KHULE TO BETAE KE LIYE DUA NIKALTI THI,
HATH UTHE TO UPAAR WALE SE USKI KHUSI KI BHEEK MANGATA THA,
AAJ AANKHEIH DEKHO SAPNE WALI,
BAS KHUSHI KA JHAR JHAR AANSOON BEHTA,
BAS AANSOON BEHTA,
BAS AANSOON BEHTA,
akela khada hai aaj wo raaoinh mein,
raahe ab bhi wahi hai,
raahein badal gaye hai,
beta apni iccha se inpar chalta tha kabhi,
kismat PAPA ko aaj chala rahi hai wahi,
DEKHO ISKO DUNIYA WALO,
YEH WAHI IHSAAN HAI,
JO APNE BETAE KE LIYE JITA THA,
gujara tha waqt kast mein iska,
do h suraatoin mein,
betae ke aaane se phele,
aur betae ke jane ke badh,
kamar jhuki aankhoin mein nami,
na jane kya hai iski kismat mein kami,
us raah par girta padta aaj wo aage chalta hai,
jis raah ke choor par beth kar,
dua kabhi wo karta tha,
dhokar mar ussi ne jiske liye wo saanse bharta tha,
KYUN WO APNE BETAE KE LIYE ITNA JIYA KARTA THA,
aaj phalak bhi waisa hai,
aaj din bhi nahi naya sa,
aaj wahi masoom fiza hai,
fir kyun aaj usse din naya sa lagta hai??
pheech kahi ussi gali mein,
ek aashiyana uska hai,
jiske liye dua wo karta tha,
uss ghar ke aandar aaj,
mahaol kuch naya naya sa hai,
sapna buna waha betae ne aisa,
khila hai waha bacchpan,
phoolion jaisa,
aankhein dekho sapne wali,
khushi ka jhar jhar aansoon behta,
uski zindagi kaise saawaare,
din raat isi uljhaan mein jhulasta,
AAJ WO KHUD PAPA HAI,
JO KABHI PAPA PAPA KARTA THA,
APNE BETAE KE LIYE
AB WO SAANSE BHARTA THA,
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Re: Papa(i Love Him A Lot) by Nobody: 3:55pm On May 05, 2009
Interpretation please?
Re: Papa(i Love Him A Lot) by 2Angels1: 7:42pm On May 10, 2009
yeh interpretation and what kind of language is it anyway
Re: Papa(i Love Him A Lot) by StrStruck(f): 8:14pm On May 10, 2009
Hindi?
Re: Papa(i Love Him A Lot) by Joan4427(f): 4:37am On May 11, 2009
Hold in the hearts dream
Here in the tiny blooms
Eyes to see the dream
Tears of happiness fall like poison
How Sware's life,
That confused Jhulsata day and night,
Cast him a Cu can
Tourism million that it does
Sun, shade, storm, storm,
the Jatan do to save him,
Were not seen any of her,
That would just pray every moment,
Mosque temple, Gurudwara, the
Tikta around in this head,
Her every Kwahis it,
Nanhi to her in the eye
Cast him a possible,
That day and night for it to Mhnt
Day day moment moment he
Hoto to see him cut,
When breaking the silence,
Muh Dad will speak to father,
They wait in the same breaths that fills every moment,
Plaque is like that even today,
Not like a new day today
Today Bhrun in the same flower,
Fiza innocent is the same today,
Sa new day, then why think that today?
Gunje sweet voice in his ears,
Someone is calling her father by saying,
Today that dream is
Every moment in which the wait was a puree breaths,
Why today was his disloyal,
Why in the water from the falls,
It is then that you guys wait,
From which he was so Lmhun,

Of course it's Hindi with some Urdu mixed in. I've translated part of it, but some of it doesn't make complete sense cos of the Urdu mixed in. To me, it just feels like trying to translate English mixed with some pidgin tongue tongue tongue tongue

I couldn't do the whole thing. The poem is too long.
Re: Papa(i Love Him A Lot) by StrStruck(f): 4:42am On May 11, 2009
I guessed right.

@Joan4427, thanks but that really didn't make any sense.
Re: Papa(i Love Him A Lot) by Stevolala447(m): 12:23am On Aug 05, 2009
Pls interprete or write ups
Re: Papa(i Love Him A Lot) by TOYOSI20(f): 5:56am On Aug 05, 2009
Yeah pls do, . . .im sure its a nice poem, . . . .

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