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Ghabrana Mat

Peeth peeche aapki baat chale to ghabrana mat...
Manzil agar kathinayio se bhara dikhe to ghabrana mat...
Agar bharee mehlfil mein na vo shaan mile to ghabrana mat... 
Zindagi se har din ek naya sabak mile to ghabrana mat... 
Thokar kha agar girte dikhe to ghabrana mat... 
Wo gehri dhundli andheri shaam dekh ghabrana mat... 

kyonki, 

Subeh ke ujaalon mein sajte hai aas naye,
Wo zindagi hi kya jisne na intehan liye,
Wo sikh hi kya jisne hume na niraash kiye, 
Duniya ke pragaadh shor ne hume kaafi dafa udaaseen toh kiye,
Par kuch kar jaane ki lau aaj bhi dil mein hai unmaad bhare.
Asafaltaye to hai bikhre anek, par un asafaltao ko safaltao mein badal...

Aye dost chal zindagi mein bhare nirasha ko aasha se bharde !



©Suraj Pandey 

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    1. 💕💕 Thanks nahi bolenge.. ✌️đŸ’¯

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  2. Very beautiful written. In love with words

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    1. Thanks bhai...❤️❤️ aisehi support kriyo!

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  3. k likhe6e vai.... ami to abar preme pore ja6i....

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    1. dekh naam lekha ache amar... 😂😂jaake khujchs se ami e.. 😂

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  4. Very well written!!
    Keep going...
    Ghabrana mat 😊

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    1. Ghabrahat ko durr kar aage badhna hai.... THANK YOU!😊

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  5. valo hoye6e... keep it up... umeed karta hu agevi asehi dekne ko mile....

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  6. As usual flawlessly beautiful bhai😍😍

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  8. So well written!! Rooting for more content like this :)

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    1. Keep Supporting and I hope I won't let people face disappointment.. THANKS

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  9. Darun re😍😍😍😍

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    1. 😍😍❤️😍😍

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    1. Thank You Krishna bhaiya... 😍😍😍😍😍

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Today I met my Dream again. Dream that walked in my life when I was 8, Dream that left me when I was 18. Dream that gave me a cause to live this life. Dream that taught me how to fight. How can I forget it's glowing eyes, That leaded me in my aimless nights. How can I fail to recall it's firm hand, That held me when I was about to cry. My Dream. It had the same old smile as it had when I was a child. I still desired to grab it's body with both my hands. But it was too late. My Dream was walking to the woods of dark, While I was trapped in the cage of responsibility and Fate.                                                                                              - Swati Singh         ...