No one has contributed more to the stereotype of "shayar" in India than Shiv Kumar Batalvi and Mazaz Lakhnavi. Drowsy eyes, those disheveled locks, a halo of nonchalance and a deluge of pain behind a levee of smile. I love Batalvi; and I adore Mazaz. But this post is about neither of them. This is about a little girl singing Batalvi for her school music class (apparently). Looking at her age you might, for a moment think, that she knows not what frying a handful (of corns) of sorrow means; but then you hear her sing, and you know that she knows what she is singing. 


It is cliched to quote Shelley's "Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." But this one surely proves it.

Every time I listen to her, it makes my day.
ਭੱਠੀ ਵਾਲੀਯੇ ਚੰਬੇ ਦਿਯੇ ਦਾਲਿਯੇ, ਪੀੜਾਂ ਦਾ ਪਰਾਗਾ ਬੁੰਨ ਦੇ
ਤੇਨੂ ਦੇਵਾ ਹੰਜੂਆ ਦਾ ਫਾੜਾ, ਪੀੜਾਂ ਦਾ ਪਰਾਗਾ ਬੁੰਨ ਦੇ,

Lyrics of the song and translation

[ Things that make your day, as the name suggests are a series of short blogs that will be a celebration of hope, talent, love, beauty and life ]
(No intentions to plagiarize)

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