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“so julian bond was elected president and rap brown chief justice of the supreme court and nixon sold himself on 42nd street for a package of winstons”

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My House

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Nikki Giovanni

Nikki Giovanni is an American poet, writer, and activist, born on June 7, 1943. She is renowned for her poignant and evocative poetry that frequently tackles social and political issues. Giovanni's writing has had a profound impact on the African American literary community and beyond, earning her numerous awards and accolades for her literary contributions. more

“Rabt ho gar khaamushi ka phir ye hona chahiye Lab pe jo aata nahin aankhon mein dekhna chahiye रब्त हो गर खामुशी का फिर ये होना चाहिए लब पे जो आता नहीं आंखों में दिखना चाहिए Khud kaha tha auraten kamzor hain hamne to phir Aadmi ko aadmi ka khoon piina chahiye खुद कहा था औरतें कमज़ोर हैं हमने तो फिर आदमी को आदमी का खून पीना चाहिए इस जमाने में जहां mamta bhi jhoothi ho sake Is zamane mein bhi tujhko ishq sachha chahiye इस ज़माने में जहां ममता भी झूठी ही सके उस ज़माने में भी तुझको इश्क़ सच्चा चाहिए Hain azal se hi hamen Farhaad banne ki talab Aur ziyaada ishq se hamko bhala kya chahiye हैं अज़ल से ही हमें फरहाद बनने की तलब और ज़ियादा इश्क़ से हमको भला क्या चाहिए Josh mein sab par katar kar rakh diye hamne magar Ab falak tak pahunchne ko ek gana chahiye जोश में सब पर कतर कर रख दिए हमने मगर अब फलक तक पहुँचने को एक जाना चाहिए Kaun kahta hai ki jitega to khush ho jaayenge Sher Kehne ke liye umeed paspaa chahiye कौन कहता है कि जीतेंगे तो खुश हो जाएंगे शेर कहने के लिए मम्मी पापा चाहिए Maine marham se kaha dikhla tu hamko mojza Zakhm to bharte hi hai naasoor bharna chahiye मैंने मरहम से कहा दिखला तू हमको मोजिज़ा ज़ख्म तो भरते ही है नासूर भरना चाहिए Misr ke bazaar mein naadan kharha Yusuf mira Aur bina sauda kiye usko Zulaikha chahiye मिस्र के बाज़ार में नादां खड़ा यूसुफ मिरा और बिना सौदा किए उसको जुलैख़ा चाहिए Aye khuda Sadiq ko tujhse kya gila jurrat siva Saath Mein sat kar nadi se ik gharaunda chahiya आये खुदा सादिक़ की तुझसे क्या गिला जुर्रत सिवा साथ में सट कर नदी से इक घरौंदा चाहिए”

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