If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
hum raah ko badalna nahi chahte,
raah ko hum banana chahte hai.......
jo khud pad
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
Aapse itni door hone ke bawjud
Hum to aapko har roz dekha karte hai
<मैं लिखता हूँ,
कागज और कलम से प्यार
वो मेरी भारत माँ, मेरा प्यारा वतन।
