Say what you will, certain it is
That Poetry’s odd. Fun, it is.
Though Writing is Worship for me,
You say my prideful run it is.
No habit drives my daily couplets.
Predestination it is.
Just let me keep composing lines.
Whatever your deal, done it is.
Come, feel what blows through windows here.
The zephyr of passion it is.
Translated from my Hindi poem, सुरूर-ए-शायरीसुरूर-ए-शायरी
surūr-e-shāyarī
Jāne jo kaho ye to zarūr hei
shāyarī ka alag hi surūr hai
ibādat hei Gazalein likHna magar
tum kehte ho merā ye Gurūr hei
rozānā sheron kā bunnā bunwānā
ye ādat nahīn merā dastūr hei
ijāzat do jumle kasta rahūn main
koi shart phir do wo manzūr hei
khol ke khiDki khud dekh lo tum
jo beh rahā Fizā-e-Fitūr hei
Minakhi Misra 