A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.........Something which is nearer to vital truth than history
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Friday, August 14, 2009
Jab aap Aaye mere Samne, Kil Khilate haste chehare ke saath Main,
phoolon ki yaad aayi hame, Jab Aaii wo gulabi rang ge salwar Main,
Ud raha tha dupatta saath saath, jaise aasman main taarein paas paas,
Hamesha aap dekthi hain hame, subah shaam raat raat,
Naa raho udaas tum kabhi, Main rahunga tumhare sang saalon sadi....
Khushi, gam kuch bhi rahein, Kehta hun aaj main tumse, Rehtein hain hum aapme, Naa bhuliye mujhe kisi samya main,
Kyonki hum na bhulengey aapko kabhi,......Baithe rahenge Saalon yahin
-- ye hai aapka pyaara Aina Ji :)
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Nice one Prathima... keep it up.....
ReplyDeletehey thanx sarbjit :)
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