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Shiv Kumar Batalvi’s Followers (810)
Shiv Kumar Batalvi
Born
in Sialkot, Pakistan
July 23, 1936
Died
May 07, 1973
Genre
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ਲੂਣਾ
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published
1965
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4 editions
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Shiv Kumar: Sampuran Kav Sangreh
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published
2012
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chup de awaz
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shiv kumar de samuchi kavita
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Me and Me
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published
2004
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2 editions
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Atte Dian Chirian
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Asan Joban Rute Marna
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Stories From Panchatantra: Book I [Paperback] [Jan 01, 1965] Shiv Kumar and Pulak Biswas
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Panchatantra Ki Kahaniyan
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Stories From Panchatantra: Golden Set
by
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published
1979
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3 editions
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“Flowers of sin, like some black sun,
Bloom in my dreams
Their perfume-sodden fragrance
Spreading through each heartbeat.”
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Bloom in my dreams
Their perfume-sodden fragrance
Spreading through each heartbeat.”
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“Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where dawn arrives on bare toes,
Where night paints henna-beams on feet,
Where fragrance bathes in moonlight,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where rays of light roam nakedly,
In green forests of sandalwood.
Where the flame seeks the lamp,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where sunsets sleep on wide waters,
And the deer leap.
Where tears fall for no reason,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where the farmer sleeps hungry,
Even though the wheat is the color of my beloved,
Where the wealthy ones lie in hiding,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.”
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Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where dawn arrives on bare toes,
Where night paints henna-beams on feet,
Where fragrance bathes in moonlight,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where rays of light roam nakedly,
In green forests of sandalwood.
Where the flame seeks the lamp,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where sunsets sleep on wide waters,
And the deer leap.
Where tears fall for no reason,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where the farmer sleeps hungry,
Even though the wheat is the color of my beloved,
Where the wealthy ones lie in hiding,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.”
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