Ye dard mohabbat ki
kyaon her har pal
hume jaltai hai.
Lakha bhulana chaye
hum phir bi her pal
to ye satati hai.
Yade to her pal aati hai
wo hume per wo hume
kabhi yad na karti hai.
Na aasuonko bhi barsa
sakte hai hum kyonki uaski
surat jo ankhome busi hoti hai.
5 comments:
WAH WAH MINDBLOWING
hmmm... khud dard ki kabitae likhte hoon aur mujhse kehte ko ki.. mai khushiyo ki kabitaye likhu...this is not fair.... Nevertheless it is indeed a very nice poem....
Saswati
Thanks
Regards,
Harsha
nice yar aap to kafi acche poet ho. lekin is dil ke dard ki dava bhi dhund lena.
Hi shru,
Dava ho dard wo dard hi kya? Bahut dard hai duniya me jinke dawa nahi hote......
Harsha
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