Nanna Guri

Ninna Cheluvina Nayana Nanna Lokada Shashiyaagi,
Ninna Haneya Kumkuma Nanna Baalina
Kaanthiyaagi,
Ninna Manasina Baava Nanna Maathina Muthaagi,
Ninna Kanasina Aase Nanna Jeevanada Guriyaagide.

-ANSAHNIDSU

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EAR

Once upon a year
I had a fear
Sitting with u here
Very very near
Looking at your
Tiny, ugly ear
But my dear
With only one tear
You made it clear
By showing the other
Beautiful ear
And said not to fear.

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Nenapu

Ninna Nenapina hasivali..
Nenapugalalavu..
Ninnaya olavali
Na putta maguvu..
Ninna muttinali
Na mareyuve jagavu..
Ni nagutiralu
Nanagade balavu..
Ni jotegiralu
Na padeve geluvu..
Ni matanaadalu
Na mareyuve novu..
Nannedeya usirali
Ninna preetiya kaavu..
Ninna kanuva tavakadali
Nenedive nanna kangalu..

-KCV Karthik

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Naanu Preeti Neenu

Manasemba khaali haaleyali
Ninnade chitra alli bannadalli..
Kannemba kanneera hanateyali
Belagiruva belaku neenu alli..
Nenapemba angaladalli
Na nagutiruve ninna naguvinalli..
Novu nalivemba haadigalalli
Nadevenu na ninna joteyalli..
Maneyemba bangarada panjaradalli
Hegiruve alli chinnada nageya chelli..
Preetiyemba beleda balli
Hemmaravagi nintide e hrudayadalli..
Edeyemba kannadiyalli
Ninna bimba kandide alli..
Nenesihenu nanu illi..
Hegiruve neenu alli
"Nanu" emba "Preeti"ya "Neenu"alli..

-KCV Karthik

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Rain

Warning! Warning!
Signal is down.
Signal is down.
Bus is alone.
Moon is gone.
Its only rain.
To get down is pain.
To step in drain.
To walk muddy lane.
Warning warning!
Signal is down.
I am reaching my town.
Tomoro i will phone.
Good night my heartly own.

-Karthik KCV

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Aase

Manasemba
gaajina boojiyalli..
Nenepemba
ksheera saagaralli..
Naanondu meenu
Neenondu meenu..
Aadare
hrudaya
vishaala baanu..
Naavu naguva amruta
hanchonavenu..
Nanage neenu
ninage naanu
mandahaasa
akkare
sneha
preetiemba
savijenu
saviyonavenu..

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Shaayari

Shuruvagide kanasina soudhada kaamagaari..
Neevu nagutale maadutiri kanasugala vilevaari..
Heege saaguta irali payana talupalu guri..
Idu kanasina kavanava kattuva pari..
Heege nagutiri neevu nannedeya goodina mari..
Mechchagali bandhana nanna mareyadiri..
Arpane nimage ee putta shaayari..

-Karthik.K.C.V

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Cheluveya Nagu

Nagutale Nod Nan Cheluvi..
Siggali Moggu Hoovago Tharadi..
Edeyolaginda Naguva Kodutale Agadi..
Alegala Ukkisuta Mogadi..
Elloo Sigadee Nagu Jagadi!

-Karthik KCV.

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Saare Jahan Se Achcha

Saare Jahan Se Achcha

Saare Jahan Se Achchha (Urdu:سارے جہاں سے اچھا) is one of the enduring patriotic poems of the Urdu language. Written originally for children in the ghazal style of Urdu poetry by poet Muhammad Iqbal, the poem was published in the weekly journal Ittehad on 16 August 1904. Recited by Iqbal the following year at Government College, Lahore, now in Pakistan, it quickly became an anthem of opposition to the British rule in India. The song, an ode to Hindustan—the land comprising present-day Bangladesh, India, and Pakistan—both celebrated and cherished the land even as it lamented its age-old anguish. Also known as Tarana-e-Hindi (Urdu: ترانۂ ہندی "Anthem of the People of Hindustan"), it was later published in 1924 in the Urdu book Bang-i-Dara.
Iqbal was a lecturer at the Government College, Lahore at that time, and was invited by student Lala Har Dayal to preside over a function. Instead of delivering a speech, Iqbal sang Saare Jahan Se Achcha. The song, in addition to embodying yearning and attachment to the land of Hindustan, expressed "cultural memory" and had an elegiac quality. In 1905, the 27-year old Iqbal was still in his idealistic phase and viewed the future society of the subcontinent as both a pluralistic and composite Hindu-Muslim culture. Later that year he left for Europe for a three-year sojourn that was to transform him into an Islamic philosopher and a visionary of a future Islamic society.

Iqbal's transformation and Tarana-e-Milli
In 1910, Iqbal wrote another song for children, Tarana-e-Milli (Anthem of the Religious Community), which was composed in the same metre and rhyme scheme as Saare Jahan Se Achcha, but which renounced much of the sentiment of the earlier song. For example, the sixth stanza of Saare Jahan Se Achcha (1904) is often quoted as proof of Iqbal's secular outlook:
mażhab nahīñ sikhātā āpas meñ bair rakhnāhindī haiñ ham, vat̤an hai hindostāñ hamārā
or, Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among ourselvesWe are of Hind, our homeland is Hindustan. In contrast, the first stanza of Tarana-e-Milli (1910) reads:
chīn-o-arab hamārā, hindostān hamārāmuslim hain ham, vatan hai sārā jahān hamārā
or, Central Asia and Arabia are ours, Hindustan is oursWe are Muslims, the whole world is our homeland. Iqbal's world view had now changed; it had become both global and Islamic. Instead of singing of India, "our homeland," the new song proclaimed that "our homeland is the whole world." Two decades later, in his presidential address to the Muslim League annual conference in Allahabad in 1930, he was to propose a separate nation-state in the Muslim majority areas of the sub-continent, an idea that inspired the creation of Pakistan. Due to this he later became known as as Muffakir-e-Pakistan ("The Thinker of Pakistan"). He is officially recognized as the national poet of Pakistan.

Popularity in India
In spite of its creator's disavowal of it, Saare Jahan Se Achcha has remained popular in India for over a century. Mahatma Gandhi is said to have sung it over a hundred times when he was imprisoned at Yerawada Jail in Pune in the 1930s. The poem was set to music in the 1950s by sitar maestro Ravi Shankar and recorded by singer Lata Mangeshkar. Stanzas (1), (3), (4), and (6) of the song became an unofficial national anthem in India, and were also turned into the official quick march of the Indian Armed Forces. Rakesh Sharma, the first Indian cosmonaut, employed the first line of the song in 1984 to describe to then prime minister Indira Gandhi how India appeared from outer space. Current prime minister, Manmohan Singh, quoted the poem at his first press conference.

Urdu text
سارے جہاں سے اچھا ہندوستاں ہماراہم بلبليں ہيں اس کي، يہ گلستاں ہمارا
غربت ميں ہوں اگر ہم، رہتا ہے دل وطن ميںسمجھو وہيں ہميں بھي، دل ہو جہاں ہمارا
پربت وہ سب سے اونچا، ہمسايہ آسماں کاوہ سنتري ہمارا، وہ پاسباں ہمارا
گودي ميں کھيلتي ہيں اس کي ہزاروں ندياںگلشن ہے جن آب رود گنگا، وہ دن ہيں ياد تجھ کو؟اترا ترے کنارے جب کارواں ہمارا
مذہب نہيں سکھاتا آپس ميں بير رکھناہندي ہيں ہم وطن ہے ہندوستاں ہمارا
يونان و مصر و روما سب مٹ گئے جہاں سےاب تک مگر ہے باقي نام و نشاں ہمارا
کچھ بات ہے کہ ہستي مٹتي نہيں ہماريصديوں رہا ہے دشمن دور زماں ہمارا
اقبال! کوئي محرم اپنا نہيں جہاں ميںمعلوم کيا کسي کو درد نہاں ہمارا

Hindi transliteration
सारे जहाँ से अच्छा हिन्दोस्तान हमारा ।हम बुलबुले है इसकी ये गुलसिता हमारा ॥धृ॥
घुर्बत मे हो अगर हम रहता है दिल वतन मे ।समझो वही हमे भी दिल है जहाँ हमारा ॥१॥
परबत वो सब से ऊंचा हमसाय आसमाँ का ।वो संतरी हमारा वो पासबा हमारा ॥२॥
गोदी मे खेलती है इसकी हजारो नदिया ।गुलशन है जिनके दम से रश्क-ए-जना हमारा ॥३॥
ए अब रौद गंगा वो दिन है याद तुझको ।उतर तेरे किनारे जब कारवाँ हमारा ॥४॥
मझहब नही सिखाता आपस मे बैर रखना ।हिन्दवी है हम वतन है हिन्दोस्तान हमारा ॥५॥
युनान-ओ-मिस्र-ओ-रोमा सब मिल गये जहाँ से ।अब तक मगर है बांकी नामो-निशान हमारा ॥६॥
कुछ बात है की हस्ती मिटती नही हमारी ।सदियो रहा है दुश्मन दौर-ए-जमान हमारा ॥७॥
इक़्बाल कोइ मेहरम अपना नही जहाँ मे ।मालूम क्या किसी को दर्द-ए-निहा हमारा ॥८॥

Roman Transliteration
sāre jahāñ se acchā hindostāñ hamārāham bulbuleñ haiñ us kī vuh gulsitāñ hamārā
ġhurbat meñ hoñ agar ham, rahtā hai dil vat̤an meñsamjho vuhīñ hameñ bhī dil ho jahāñ hamārā
parbat vuh sab se ūñchā, hamsāyah āsmāñ kāvuh santarī hamārā, vuh pāsbāñ hamārā
godī meñ kheltī haiñ us kī hazāroñ nadiyāñgulshan hai jin ke dam se rashk-e janāñ hamārā
ay āb-rūd-e gangā! vuh din haiñ yād tujh ko?utarā tire kināre jab kāravāñ hamārā
mażhab nahīñ sikhātā āpas meñ bair rakhnāhindī haiñ ham, vat̤an hai hindostāñ hamārā
yūnān-o-miṣr-o-rumā sab miṭ gaʾe jahāñ seab tak magar hai bāqī nām-o-nishāñ hamārā
kuchh bāt hai kih hastī miṭtī nahīñ hamārīsadiyoñ rahā hai dushman daur-e zamāñ hamārā
iqbāl! koʾī maḥram apnā nahīñ jahāñ meñmaʿlūm kyā kisī ko dard-e nihāñ hamārā!

Translation
Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan,We are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode
If we are in an alien place, the heart remains in the homeland,Know us to be only there where our heart is.
That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky,It (is) our sentry, it (is) our watchman
In its lap frolic those thousands of rivers,Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of Paradise.
O the flowing waters of the Ganges, do you remember that dayWhen our caravan first disembarked on your waterfront?
Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among ourselvesWe are of Hind, our homeland is Hindustan.
In a world in which ancient Greece, Egypt, and Rome have all vanished without traceOur own attributes (name and sign) live on today.
Such is our existence that it cannot be erasedEven though, for centuries, the cycle of time has been our enemy.
Iqbal! We have no confidant in this worldWhat does any one know of our hidden pain?

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LOVE POEMS

Even though we fight a lot, I love you.We fight, I think, because the stakes are high.I sometimes get so mad I cannot stand you,But underneath my anger I could cry.I have an uncontrolled need to control you,To be your only destiny and guide.I know it isn't fair to try to mold you,But my poor love's entangled in my pride.Ah, love! Please love me even in my fury,Which rises like a tide beneath the moon.I plead before my only judge and jury:I want to change, but know change won't come soon.Love finds it hard to let the loved one beThe person who is loved so passionately.

My love for you is simple, deep, and strong.I feel it flowing towards you from my heart,A tide of unsophisticated song,Sung with much desire and little art.I cannot tell my love, but it will showIn ways that even I cannot foresee;A love as full as mine must overflowInto everything that makes me, me.Just as the sun must shine to be the sunAnd trees burst forth in blossom every year,So I must love in ways that everyoneCan see or sense or reason out or hear.Still, I'll tell you of my love in this:For fear, despite all, you might my love miss.

Thank you for being the heart of my life,Harboring me in the arms of your love,Anchoring me in the rock of your faith,Needing me, that I not be in vain,Knowing me well, yet loving me still. You are the island I've found in my sea,Ocean I dwell in and deep where I dive,Unfailing heaven and passionate earth.

When we say I love you we say1-4-3 instead.To find out why I guess you'll have toGet inside our heads. Our secret is a sign of moreThat lies beneath our soulsIn tunnels dug through common groundBy happy, fun-filled moles.I think, he feels, he thinks, I feel,We talk beneath our words,Singing silently our joyLike mikeless, earphoned birds.Of course our little secrets areQuite easy to uncover,Yet deeper still are wordless thingsThat hold our lives together.

You have an angel's face, a loving heart,A peaceful, sunlit smile that lasts forever.You are the whole, of which I am a part,Not fully me unless we are together. I know there is a world beyond our loveIn which such thoughts are merely poetry.But thinking of you now, I can't removeThe glow that shines on you from inside me.How happy, happy life is when some tenderFeeling like a candle lights one's eyes.For all my life you'll be my heart's true center,Striding like a sun across my skies.

There is no treasure greater than your love,However rich or bountiful your life.It is the spring that wells up in your garden,Replenishing the mother and the wife;The joy that makes a pleasure of your burden,Yielding happiness that time will prove.Nor is love proof against travail and strife.Instead, it is but tears with yearning laden,Nile through the desert, green and brazen,Edged with life, where all things near might bloom.

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