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हार

तुम्हे ज़रुरी था बताना के मैं हार गया
तुमने मुझसे दो पल भी कुछ सीखा हो तो
मिटा दो हर उस सीख को अगर मिटा पाओ
मैं नही चाहता के तुम हार जाओ


कुछ नही रखा खाली रास्तों में
वहीं जाना जहां सब जाते हैं
पागलपन कुछ नही एक बहाना है
कुछ लोगों को छोटा दिखाना है


अब कोई शहर छोटा शहर न रहा
अब तुम्हे पहचानने वालें कोई और ही हैं
तुम्हारे घर की खिडकियों से कुछ भी दिखे
नज़रिया बनाने वाले कोई और ही हैं


किसी भी गलत बात के खिलाफ न होना
गलत और कुछ भी नही एक नज़रिया है
मिटा दो हर उस नजरिए को अगर मिटा पाओ
मैं नही चाहता के तुम हार जाओ

Comments

  1. AliceJuly 7, 2020 at 10:53 AM

    Too good ...brings up the emotion so well ...brilliant one...

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  2. The Storyteller of Mud and GrassJuly 7, 2020 at 11:04 AM

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  3. The Storyteller of Mud and GrassJuly 12, 2020 at 6:40 AM

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  4. The Storyteller of Mud and GrassJuly 12, 2020 at 6:41 AM

    thanks ikigai

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  5. Kaustav SahaFebruary 6, 2021 at 7:09 AM

    कवी कभी हारता नहीं, वो जनता है की हार और जीत भी बस एक नज़रिया भर है 🙂

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  6. UnknownApril 2, 2021 at 2:16 AM

    अब कोई शहर छोटा शहर न रहा
    अब तुम्हे पहचानने वालें कोई और ही हैं
    तुम्हारे घर की खिडकियों से कुछ भी दिखे
    नज़रिया बनाने वाले कोई और ही हैं.. nazariya banewale koi aur hi hai..... what a thought.. amazing..

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  7. IkigaiMay 10, 2021 at 2:14 AM

    The first four lines got tears into my eyes ❤️❤️ I was never intrested in reading poems until I found ur poems ....it's magical & fresh

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