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कविता

कविता कुंठा है ,
Poem is frustration
संवेदना का अक्स है,
A reflection of feelings
सूखे रक्त की स्याही है,
Ink of dried blood
कविता उदगार है ,
Eruption of heart 
जीवन की तस्वीर है ,
Image of life
व्यक्ति की अभिव्यक्ति है ,
Person's expressions
कविता जुनून है ,
Poetry is passion
भावनाओं का कुंज,
Feelings of the arbor 
कवी की उपाधि है l 
Is the title of poet


मेरी प्यारी दादी जी द्वारा - स्वर्ण कौर 
From my lovely Grand ma - Swarn Kaur 

Comments

  1. I knew it wasn't yours. The thought is so different :)Loved it little one. I'm so proud of your grandma :)

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  2. Beautiful work by your Grand ma :) xx

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  3. Thoughtful, and the ending lines are awesome Little one..

    Someone is Special

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  4. Hello Simran dear.
    I love your Grand ma's words...so true & penned like a poet.
    Lovely.
    Please say "Thank You" to her for me & thanks to you to Simran dear, for sharing her words.
    I like the new background too.
    Thanks for visiting.

    All the best to you & your family for the Holidays!

    Give Me Sexy, Give Me Sugar

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  5. कविता, रस है, धरा है, अभिव्यक्ति है |

    कविता, सार है |

    उत्तम!

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  6. Hello my best wishes for these dates as indicated
    and for the new year arrives that your wishes are met
    Happy New Year 2012!.
    A hug.

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  7. fabulous piece…smiles.
    Greetings:
    Hope that you have had a great Merry Christmas.
    Happy New Year.
    Share a piece of your poetry today at our poetry party today, 1 to 3 random poems are welcome in general, old ones are okay.
    hope to see you in.
    Have fun!
    Sending you love and blessings.
    Cheers.
    xoxox

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  8. Marvelous....superb...Love the last line most...."kavi ki upadhi hai"...

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  9. wow so nice lines.....

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