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TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind

CHOT KHA KAR BAITHE HAI

जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है<

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand

KHWABO KA PARDA

Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,

Ban

pal pal mera dil ghabrata hai

har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai

roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata

maa ka bana hua khana

Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain 

“Maa teri

Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the

Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the

Anjane me kisi ko apna banaya tha

Wo mile is kadar

The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despai

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I

JHANSI KI RANI

सिंहासन हिल उठे राजवंशों ने भृकुटी त�