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Examples of shayari are ghazal, sher, nazm, marsiya, qita and many more. [6] Traditionally, that this form of poetry is often read to an audience in a special setting called mehfil . Although there are many professional shayars , who write shayari [ 7 ] for their livelihood, it is an immensely popular form of poetry for younger generation.
Syed Hussain Sibt-e-Asghar Naqvi, [2] [a] commonly known by his pen name Jaun Elia, [b] 14 December 1931 – 8 November 2002), was a Pakistani poet.One of the most prominent modern Urdu poets of ghazals (odes), popular for his unconventional ways, he "acquired knowledge of philosophy, logic, Islamic history, the Muslim Sufi tradition, Muslim religious sciences, Western literature, and Kabbala ...
Pray For Me Brother is an initiative by the A.R. Rahman Foundation, with Nokia Corporation to collect funds for the U.N. Millennium Development Programme aimed at eradicating poverty by the year 2015. It is a song about the emotion that lies at the heart of prayer – the emotion of love.
Remembering the fathers in heaven (or wherever you may believe they go after they pass) is important all the time—but especially on Father's Day! Some of the Father's Day quotes you'll read here ...
"In Heaven (Lady in the Radiator Song)" (often referred to as simply "In Heaven") is a song performed by Peter Ivers, composed by Peter Ivers, with lyrics by David Lynch. The song is featured in Lynch's 1977 film Eraserhead , and was subsequently released on its 1982 soundtrack album .
"He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother" is a ballad written by Bobby Scott and Bob Russell. Originally recorded by Kelly Gordon in 1969, the song became a worldwide hit for the Hollies later that year and also a hit for Neil Diamond in 1970. It has been recorded by many artists in subsequent years.
"Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven", also known as "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" in later publications, is a poem by William Butler Yeats. It was published in 1899 in his third volume of poetry, The Wind Among the Reeds .
I went home, and that evening was left alone. After my children were all in bed, except my baby, I sat down in the kitchen, with my child in my arms, when the grief of my heart burst forth in a flood of tears. I took pen and paper, and gave vent to my oppressed heart in what I called "My Apology for my Twilight Rambles, addressed to a Lady".