Wo suni sadak wo sukhi zamin,
na jane kya isahra karte hai,
Wo sukhe ped wo khamosh diware,
kyo mujhe pukara karte hai
patto ke jhormut se jhakti hai maut
hatho ke ishare se bulati hai,
thaki beajan si ye zindagi
ab ek lamba aaram chahti hai,
jo pane ke liye nikle the ghar se
wo manjil shamshan ke raste jati hai,
patto ke jhurmut se jhakti hai maut
hatho ke ishare se bulati hai
3 comments:
yaar we are not doing that documentary on suicide! topic change ho gaya hai, chll maadi..
But nice poem.. esp. that part which says ghar se...shamshaan jaata hai.. good one!
It is very true "jo pane ko nikle the ghar se wo rah shamshan ko jati hai"
Nice one!!!
Keep it on
hmm... u know what? now I m not in a mood of death I m chill & u too chill maadi but poem content are not looking lik as if they r scary haha kidding nice to read abt maut... hope I ll meet him(as i always think maut is a guy) soon. nice post!!
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