Aap ki shar-e-hararat se kya ban gaya mazaq ka
Yeh kaisa ban gaya mazaq mere hi mazaq ka..
I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
The soul still hovers there
Nursery is the place for the dukes
You bloom, you dream and you care
The rest of the world is what rebukes
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No you dont want to shed a drop
On these! places full of only sands
You live, you weep and you do mop
You miss! you miss your learning lands
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The more you lose the more you prosper
Your smile always extravagant luke
You try, you think and you will ponder
It is real so I call it fluke..