Children's Day Rekhta Shayari blog

Taking You Back In The Memory Lane

Urdu shayari presenting moods and shades of childhood.

Poetry has many genres. Each genre presupposes a certain type of readership. So does poetry for children. Interestingly, they are as relevant for children as they are for the adults.

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Jo Guzri Mujh Pe Mat Us Se Kaho Hua So Hua

A poet who earned distinction in singing paeans: Mirza Mohammad Rafi Sauda

As a child was born, an itinerant Dervish made a prophecy: “In sha Allah, your fame will travel to all four corners of India…”

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Ishq Naamah banaam Afzal Panipati

When Love Got a Human Incarnation: The possible-impossible story of Afzal Panipati

When love got a human incarnation, the incarnation became Afzal Panipati–both literally and metaphorically. The word ‘afzal’ suggests excellence and the lover-poet Afzal exceeded excellence in the way he loved, languished, and found his ultimate resolution.

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Jogi Ka Nagar Mein Thikaana Kya…

Ibn-e Insha: the modern day sufi in a suit

This man of simple words and emotional exuberance, wandering soul and kind heart, individual style and common appeal, could easily be called the modern day sufi in a suit

Situated on the eastern bank of river Hooghly, I have had many a name through ages. Some called me Gol Gotha, others named me Kilkila. Some believed I was Kol-ka-hata, others favoured Kalikata. Then came those who concluded I was Khal Kata, but still others chose to call me Kalkata and then Kalikota. Later, I became Calcutta; now I’m Kolkata. I have had many incarnations; each one looking at the other in the spirit of curious camaraderie. What is in a name, or appearance, after all? I’m indeed history; I’m witness. I’m over two millennia old. My tale is long; your time short. In short, I open up to you. You may pass on my tale to others. With many a name, I’ve many a face. I’m a port; I traded in opium. I’m the Nawab of Bengal; I’m the East India Company. I’m the capital of the Raj; a face of the independence movement. I’m Bengal renaissance. I stand partitioned, bombed, starved. I am revolutionary, but stagnated too. I refuse to grow, yet I do. I choke; I breathe; I live on.

Shahr Naamah Banaam Kolkata

Kalkatte ka jo zikr kiya…

I stand partitioned, bombed, starved. I am revolutionary, but stagnated too. I refuse to grow, yet I do. I choke; I breathe; I live on.

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Qissa-Kahani: Ba-naam “NAL DAMYANTI”

Nal and Damyanti: An imperishable story of love, suffering, union.

Traced back to antiquity, that is even before the Puarnas, this story was narrated for the sake of entertainment during the exile of the Pandavas.