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KISI DIN.....

Kisi din meri kavitaayein
Bhi tumhe rulaayengi,
Tumhe yaad dilaayengi
Tumne mujhmein kya khoya.
Kya payaa woh tum jaano
Par humein yun hi kho diya...

Kisi din tum bhi mujhe
Aasmaano mein dhoondte huye
Bhatak jaoge hawaon mein.
Kho kar bhi humein naa paoge,
Kyunki hum toh honge
Kisi aur vriksh ki chaaon mein.


Comments

Fatima said…
Lovely, the pain and yet the love is beautifully expressed !

Take Care.
☆ Rià ღ said…
Pain...and more pain...sweetie its time for a happy post now.
Scribbling Gal said…
Wow I loved this post.....and specially the last two lines....brilliant :)
Anwesa said…
@Pramoda,

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@Fatima,

Thanks dear !
Anwesa said…
@Solitaire,

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@Ria,

Yeah :) Coming soon.
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling Gal,

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,

Thanks !

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