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Na sukh, na dukh,
Na mitr, na shatru,
Main keval chalaa karta hoon
Jivann ki raah par.

Na satya, na bhram,
Na janm, na moksh,
Main keval socha karta hoon
Jivann ki abhilasha par.

Na prem, na dwesh,
Na asha, na niraasha,
Main keval dekhaa karta hoon
Jivann ki  vibhinn roopon ko.


Mystic ray said…
U r amazing......ur writings are amazing....sometimes life seems as u wrote in ur poetry......i think we all jst need to watch life play its game like a cricket match .........hahaha...:).....I love poetry so do urs....
Fatima said…
lovely poem...
Great usage of words :)

Take Care.
Priya Joyce said…
Um It's always pain to find out words to comment here :P cos you just dun always like to comment amazing out of the way b'ful :P

I need to have more adjectives in my vocabulary :P
u r just awesome :D
☆ Rià ღ said…
Too good...lovely words only this time in Hindi!!
Thousif Raza said…
its beautiful... but living like that is very difficult dont u think... true u wont be affected by anything... but i think a life lived with emotions that a like a ocean.. is much more satisfying... where u can sit back one day and remember the good bad and worse things in life.Personal opinion:)

The poem is beautiful... :)

take care and keep writing......
chand said…
i'm can a person b so versatile??hats off 2 u
Anwesa said…
@Mystic Ray,

Thank you !
Anwesa said…
@ Fatima,
Thanks :)
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,

Thank you sweetie :) And its my pleasure that you read my posts.
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

Thanks dear :)
Anwesa said…
@ Thousif,

I get your point. But sometimes rare things do happen, don't they ? Sometimes you can be impassive , maybe for a few moments.

Thanks for dropping by :)
Anwesa said…
@ chand,

Just like a one-line compliment being so lavish :D
mein zindagi ka sath nibhata chala gaya :P
Anwesa said…
@redemption.... ,

har fikr ko dhhuen mein udaata chala gaya ...

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