my first poem
Mai ek kashti hu
kashti ko kinara nahi
kinara jo mil bhi gaya
kashti to kho jaae.
yaadon ki duniya me
kaaton ki raahe h
rahe jo phool bane
yaaden hi kho jaae
maine jo chaha tha
vo mil na saka mujh ko
no mil bhi gaya mujh ko
chahet hi kho jaae.
pani ke dariya me
doobe jo kashti kabhi
aata h maajhi tabhi
dene ko ushe patvaar
par is kashti ko
maazhi na Mila pyara.
mai ek kashti hu
kashti ko kinara nahi.
Maa teri meri yadein bht achi thi Tu jo bhi kehti thi bht sachi thi, Yaad hai mujhe aaj bhi wo pal maa Bimaar mai…
ek tanha musafir tha main zindagi ke safar mein; ek manzil ki tallash thi jeevan ke dagar mein; ek khushi ki aas thi kisi apne…
Raat bahut hogyi thi Maine socha Par dil main abhi bhi thi roshni Time bht ho gya tha Maine socha Par dil tham sa gaya…
Jab aakh khuli duniya mein to bahut sa pyar panne ki khwahishein thi Aas pass dekha to jamane bhar ki aazmayishein thi Aurat ban ke…
Sunday tha, Bistar se uthneka kisko man rehta hai? Garam chai pineka aur purane gane suneka din rehta hai, Papa ne haaton me thaili pakda…
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Waaah. Bahot khoob….
Nyc poem, ye tmhari apni hai????