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I recently stumbled upon this video of Jimmy Carr recently talking about Kurt Vonnegut, and it led me to this amazing poem by Kurt Vonnegut. True story, Word of Honor: Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer now dead, and I were at a party given by a billionaire on Shelter Island. I said, “Joe, how does it make you feel to know that our host only yesterday may have made more money than your novel ‘Catch-22’ has earned in its entire history?” And Joe said, “I’ve got something he can never have.” And I said, “What on earth could that be, Joe?” And Joe said, “The knowledge that I’ve got enough.” Not bad! Rest in peace! ...

koi ummid bar nahi aati koi surat nazar nahi aati No hope comes my way There is no solution in sight maut ka ek din muayyan hai nind kyuun raat bhar nahi aati When for a death a day is ordained Then why does sleep evade me all night aage aati thi haal-e-dil pe hansi ab kisi baat par nahi aati I used to laugh at the state of my heart But now I am unable to laugh at anything janta huun savab-e-taa.at-o-zohd par tabi.at idhar nahi aati Thought I know the benfits of religious devotion But it doesn’t excite me hai kuch aisi hi baat jo chup huun varna kya baat kar nahi aati This is why I am quiet Otherwise, do you think I don’t know how to converse kyuun na chikun ki yaad karte hain meri avaz gar nahi aati Why shouldn’t I yell in joy remembering old days But my voice fails to produce sound daagh-e-dil gar nazar nahi aata bu bhi ai charagar nahi aati You don’t see the anguish in my heart O healer, the scent of my pain eludes you ham vahan hain jahan se ham ko bhi kuchh hamari khabar nahi aati I am now at such a point Where I don’t even get any news of me marte hain aarzu mein marne ki maut aati hai par nahi aati I die yearning as I hope for death Death comes to me, yet it doesn’t kaaba kis munh se jaoge ‘ghalib’ sharm tum ko magar nahi aati Ghalib, How will you go to the Kaaba When you don’t even feel ashamed Rekhta ...

Ye Hanste huwe phool, ye mehka huwa gulshan [These smiling flowers, this fragrant garden] Ye rang mein aur noor mein doobi huwi raahen, [These paths dipped in colour and light] Ye phoolon ka ras pi ke machalte huwe bhanware [These swaying bees intoxicated by nectar] Main doon bhi toh kya doon tumhen ae shokh nazaaro [What can I give you, O splendid nature] Le de ke mere pas kuch aansu hain kuchh aahen [All I have is few tears, few sighs]_ ...