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अनुराग




अन्तः के अनुराग 
कौन सुनेगा तेरा राग !
प्राब्ध की पीढ़ा से
 टूट गया वीड़ा का तार 
टूटी मीनारों पे 
आलोक नहीं होता निसार 
सूख गए पत्तों को 
मेघ देता नहीं अपना खुमार 
शीत पड़े दीपक में 
सिमटा नहीं गहन अन्धकार 
मुकुल के मुरझाने से 
बनता नहीं फिर पुष्पहार

मेरी दादी जी द्वारा - स्वर्ण कौर 

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  1. Beautiful, I don't have words to describe how enthralling it was :) Some lines from Swami Vivekanand "आज्ञा-पालन, ध्येय के प्रति अनुराग तथा ध्येय को कार्यरूप में परिणत करने के लिए सदा प्रस्तुत रहना -- इन तीनों के रहने पर कोई भी तुम्हे अपने मार्ग से विचलित नहीं कर सकता।"

    You are doing a great job little angel, listing poems written by your Grandma :) God Bless you!
    She must be really happy :)

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    1. Grandma is so happy reading your words :)
      Thank you so much..

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  2. Really nice ... Your grandma really wrote it brilliantly !!!

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  3. Hats-off to your grandma, it's being written lovely! :)

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  4. वाह.... बहुत ही बढ़िया लिखा है दादी जी ने... बेहतरीन!

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    1. Glad you liked Grndma's poem :)
      thanks Krishna

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  6. I really miss reading your grandma's poem, since i don't no Hindi. Hope it is wonderful :)

    Sorry the google translator fail to translate exactly!

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  7. Nothing can equal the pleasure of reading Grandma's poems. The last line is my favorite :) Thanks little one for posting Grandma's poem :)

    Someone is Special

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    1. Grandma is so happy to read your words Special One:)
      Thank you so much! SmileS

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  8. Another. Marvalous piece from my favrt. Poetess....best poem ever from her......love u granny....

    Simu sweetu. Thanks for sharing...thank u so much....

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    1. Thank you so much Hemu di.. Grandma always ask about you :)
      She is so happy .. :)

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