Naina's Poetry
When the roses lose their fragrance the world seems at an end the day has lost It's gladness what a blessing is poetry.
Dor Dor Rehti hai
Us ne narm kaliyon ko rond rond paon se
Taazgi baharon ki cheen li adaon se
Bhejo apne lehje ki narm narm si garmi
Barf kab pighalti hai Chaand ki shuaon se
Paon mein khiyalon ke raaste bichaey hain
Aaj hi churane hain phool us ke gaon se
N@ina
2006-12-24 00:19:35 GMT
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