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Ye Dil

Dil se na khelna;
Ye Nazuk bohot hai..
Dil se na ladna ;
Ye jiddi bohot hai..
Ek baar jo ise bhaa jaye,
Use bhool pana mushkil bohot hai..
Darta hai par fir bhi jee-jaan se ladta hai,
Kabhi tadpata hai,
Kabhi satata hai,
Kabhi hasata hai..to
Kabhi rulata hai...
Jo isko bhaa jaye ;
Wo isme sama jata hai ,
Kabhi hoton pe muskaan to kabhi aankhon ko nami de jaata hai;
Kabhi jindagi mai bahaar to kabhi tufaan le aata hai,
Kabhi pyaar ka sailaab to kabhi gam ki saugaat le aata hai,
Kya kare ye dil jise chahta hai,
Use bhula nahi pata hai.

Comments

  1. Welcome to my blog Manpreet :)
    Thanks !

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  2. @ sm
    Thank You :-)
    Your presence makes me happy :-D

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  3. Dil ke baren mai bahut dil se likha hai tumne.:)good one.

    Raji.
    www.raji1082.blogspot.com

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  4. another nice piece of work....very good....u r improving day by day...i loved this one too..keep writing dear

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  5. Isiliye to, dil to bachha hai ji.

    Nice read, why don't you write it in hindi font itself, won't it be much better?

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  6. @Raji
    Thank You :)

    @Hema di
    Thanks di :)

    @Anshul
    Ya sure ,I'll write hindi poems in hindi fonts..Thanks for your suggestion and comment too:)

    Cheers :)

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