Another poem written by me:

suraj ki ek kiran badlon se nikalti hai
achanak yeh abhas kara jati hai,
kuch toh za raha hai,
sahme se baite the gharon me,
uske dar se jo hamesha chala jata hai,
... kaale badlon ke piche nila asman hota hai,
jiska hamesha puneragman hota hai,
hum sochte hi reh jate hai,
sapt rangon ki roshni na jaane kahan se aa jati hai,
khushi ki chamak laut aati hai,
aur yeh keh ke jati hai,
ghar se nikalo tum sabhi ,
kuch karke dikhlana hai,
apne desh bharat ko,
vishv me mahan banana hai.

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Life has its own way of showing what matters and what not.

A small poem written by me:(its i hindi language)

shiksha ki aasha
kya likhun apne baare me,
likhne ko kuch bacha hi nahi.
socha tha mauj karungi,
karne ko kuch bacha nahi.
jhado,ponche se suru hota hai din,
padne ke liye time bacha nahi.
kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki,
uparwaale ke paas dene ke liye kuch bachanahi.
kal kuch nahi ban paungi pata hai,
par phir bhi man me hai ek aas jagi.
kyun lagti hai duniya ajeeb man me uthta hai sawaal yahi.
phiche mud ker dekti hun,
toh milti hai meri maa khadi.
hasi ki ek lehar aa jati hai,
aur aati hai yaad badi.
kuch bhi assambhav nahi hai,
jab tak woh hai mere liye khadi.
karungi har kaam apne sapno ko pura karte hue,
chahe maalik ki dant hi kyun na pade khani.
har sapna sakaar hoga ek din,
kyunki meri dictionary me namumkin sabd nahi.

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