Geetanjali


Posted on 17th Jan 2020 04:33 pm by rohit kumar

 

Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been

broken up into fragments by

narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from

the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches

its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason

has not lost its way into the dreary

desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is lead forward by thee

into ever-widening thought and action-

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father,

let my country awake.

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Worthless Love

No stupid love song can describe how I feel

Sometimes the words other people say

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Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear

Just how much you mean to me while we

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kab tak raho gay aakhir yun dur dur tum hum se,

aakhir tum milna hum se ek din zaroor,

PATHAR DIL

KHO GAYI HAI MANJILE, MIT GAY HAI SARE RASTE

SIRF GARDISH HI GARDISH,AB HAI MERE VASTE,

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