O Facebook, a arte e a imbecilidade humano http://limpinhoecheiroso.com/2017/09/12/o-facebook-a-arte-e-a-imbecilidade-humano/
If there was no definition,
No person who defined,
What beauty actually means,
How would you, oh love,
The large mountains
Standing with might above,
Or the pieces of rocks falling from it,
The tapering Brooke or
The malodorous puddle
Which would intend beauty
The garden of roses is what is beautiful
But what about the forest fire?
Forest fire or the ashes that remain,
Will that be the beauty
Or the rusted chain.
Maybe there won’t be at all
No good no bad,
All at peace, loving
No envy at all.
Once and for all
Let us know how that would be
To have no beauty
To have no beauty.
Kya hai shayari, Kaun hai shayar?
Kya hai kavita, Kaun hai kavi?
Kyu kuch shabd aap ke mann ko bha jate hai, Aur kyu kuch shabd aap sun kar unsuna kar dete ho.
Kya hai jazbaat, Kaun hai insaan?
Kyu kuch shabd kisi ko hasa dete hai, Aur kyu vahi shabd kisi ko rula dete hai.
Do wakya sahi to shayari, Aur do wakya galat to gair.
Yeh zindagi toh shabdo ka khel hai,Aur is khel ke aap khiladi.
by Saurabh R Kacholiya(Mēhboob)
Edited by:- Kalyani Patil.