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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.


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

Take Care.
July 24, 2011 at 1:02 PM
Rià said…
Pain...and more pain...sweetie its time for a happy post now.
July 25, 2011 at 6:17 PM
Lady Whispers said…
Wow I loved this post.....and specially the last two lines....brilliant :)
July 28, 2011 at 1:24 PM
Anwesa said…
@Pramoda,

Thanks !
August 11, 2011 at 10:24 AM
Anwesa said…
@Fatima,

Thanks dear !
August 11, 2011 at 10:24 AM
Anwesa said…
@Solitaire,

Thanks !
August 11, 2011 at 10:25 AM
Anwesa said…
@Ria,

Yeah :) Coming soon.
August 11, 2011 at 10:25 AM
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling Gal,

Thanks !
August 11, 2011 at 10:31 AM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,

Thanks !
August 11, 2011 at 10:36 AM
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