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Bhage Jaa Rahe Hai

Bhage ja rahe hai,
Na jane dur kis se.
Sochte hai,
janmoo ka ho
Tum me
Hum me
Phasla.
Na tum meri
Har saans mei
Dard banker basoo,
Na hum tumhari
Nazaroo mei khatke
Beaabroo dastan banker.
Yo meelo meel
Bhagte rahe
Aur
Har baar,
Har raah
Le jaati rahi
Tum tak.
Hum phaslee badhate rahe
Aur
Har phasla kareeb lata gaya
Tum tak.
Nahi jante hai,
Kyun har raah
Tum par youn
ruke?
Kyun har phasla
Tumhe aur kareeb laye?
Nahi jante hai,
Kya baandhe rakhta hai
Meri saanso ko
Tumhare dard ke saath.
Par hum phir bhi
Bhagee ja rahe hai
Na jaane duur kis se.-anjali

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Na jaoo itne dur humse

Kyon ja rahe ho
Itne dur humse?

Na jaaoo itne dur,
Itne dur,
Ke hum aawaj de,
Jo deewaro me goonj
Hum tak hi lout aaye,
aur
tum tak meri aah to kya
rooh ki phariyaad bhi na pahuch paaye.

Na jaaoo itne dur,
Itne dur,
Ke hum dastak de de ke thak jaaye
Aur
Koie darwaza, koie raah
Hume to kya humare janaje tak ko
tum tak na le ja paaye.

Na jaaoo itne dur,
Itne dur,
Ke hum youn hi raat ke aashko ko
Subah ki dhoop me sukhate phiree,
Aur
Palko tale tamam umr dard ko
khamooshi se sambhale rahe.

Kis khata ki saza de rahe ho hume?
Ke nabz bajti rahe,
Sans chalti rahe,
Aur,
Usee hum jindagi ka namm
Bhi na de paaye.

Kyun ja rahe ho itne dur humse,
Na jaaoo!
Lout aaoo!
Aakhir…
Tumhare rooh ka kuch
Humse bhi to hai wasta,
Khushi ka na sahi
Dard ka tumhare humse hai
Kuch poorana sa rishta.
Joodti hai
Jo tumhari tanhaee se
Meri tanhaee ko,
Deekho na,
Kitni dur se chala aa raha hai
Ye rasta.

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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Halke Halke se

Ye hume halke halke se
Kya hone laga hai?
Kora kagaz humara
Rangoo se bharne laga hai,
Ya humari nazre hi rangeen ho chali hai?

Hum badal rahe hai,
Ya aaina badal gaya hai,
Kuch din huai
Bada raas aane laga hai.

Dekhte hai, nayano me
Kajal khoob bhane laga hai,
Ye humare nayan badal gaye hai
Ya phir kajal hi badal chala hai.

Tum sang,
Choori ke chand lamho mei
Jee lete hai aapni,
Aarso ki jindagi,
Ye lamhe jindagi ban chale hai,
Ya jindagi lamho mei simat chalee hai.

Tum me hum me hai janmoo ka phasla
Tum parayee,
Hum ek doosri duniya me base basayee.
Ye kya hone laga hai?
Janmoo ka phasla kam ho raha hai,
Ya, tamam janm ise janam me mil gaya hai.

Tum parayee hokar bhi,
Aapne se lag rahe ho.
Ye parayee aapne ho gaye hai,
Ya hum khud se parayee ho chale hai.

Ye hume halke halke se
Kya hoone laga hai…..?

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Tiriel

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And Aged Tiriel. stood before the Gates of his beautiful palace
With Myratana. once the Queen of all the western plains
But now his eyes were darkned. & his wife fading in death
They stood before their once delightful palace. & thus the Voice
Of aged Tiriel. arose. that his sons might hear in their gates
Accursed race of Tiriel. behold your father
Come forth & look on her that bore you. come you accursed sons.
In my weak arms. I here have borne your dying mother
Come forth sons of the Curse come forth. see the death of Myratana
His sons ran from their gates. & saw their aged parents stand
And thus the eldest son of Tiriel raisd his mighty voice
Old man unworthy to be calld. the father of Tiriels race
For evry one of those thy wrinkles. each of those grey hairs
Are cruel as death. & as obdurate as the devouring pit
Why should thy sons care for thy curses thou accursed man
Were we not slaves till we rebeld. Who cares for Tiriels curse
His blessing was a cruel curse. His curse may be a blessing
He ceast the aged man raisd up his right hand to the heavens
His left supported Myratana shrinking in pangs of death
The orbs of his large eyes he opend. & thus his voice went forth
Serpents not sons. wreathing around the bones of Tiriel
Ye worms of death feasting upon your aged parents flesh
Listen & hear your mothers groans. No more accursed Sons
She bears. she groans not at the birth of Heuxos or Yuva
These are the groans of death ye serpents These are the groans of death
Nourishd with milk ye serpents. nourishd with mothers tears & cares
Look at my eyes blind as the orbless scull among the stones
Look at my bald head. Hark listen ye serpents listen
What Myratana. What my wife. O Soul O Spirit O fire
What Myratana. art thou dead. Look here ye serpents look
The serpents sprung from her own bowels have draind her dry as this[.]
Curse on your ruthless heads. for I will bury her even here
So saying he began to dig a grave with his aged hands
But Heuxos calld a son of Zazel. to dig their mother a grave
Old cruelty desist & let us dig a grave for thee
Thou hast refusd our charity thou hast refusd our food
Thou hast refusd our clothes our beds our houses for thy dwelling
Chusing to wander like a Son of Zazel in the rocks
Why dost thou curse. is not the curse now come upon your head
Was it not you enslavd the sons of Zazel. & they have cursd
And now you feel it. Dig a grave & let us bury our mother
There take the body. cursed sons. & may the heavens rain wrath
As thick as northern fogs. around your gates. to choke you up
That you may lie as now your mother lies. like dogs. cast out
The stink. of your dead carcases. annoying man & beast
Till your white bones are bleachd with age for a memorial.
No your remembrance shall perish. for when your carcases
Lie stinking on the earth. the buriers shall arise from the east

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poem by William Blake (1789)
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Little Liza Jane

Traditional
Where is my tambourine wait a minute I'll get your tambourine
Got my tambourine get your thing baby
What's wrong with you what is it you want
Can't forget my tambourine boy want a minute
This is a folk tune nad it's called Little Liza Jane
We get some rhythm started here and see what happens
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
I got a beau you ain't got none Little Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Come my love and live with me
I will take good care of thee Little Liza Jean
Come my love and live with me
I will take good care of thee Little Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Hambone Hammer where you've been
Down by the river making gin
I know a man that's three feet tall
Drink his liquor and has a ball
Saw him just the other day
He had a horse and a ball of hay
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Liza Jean Little Liza Jean
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Liza Jean Little Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
He took me to his great big town
Lots of people standing around
They were listening to a great big band
the bestest music in the land
I tell you once and tell you twice
Enjoy yourself and live your life
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Liza Jean Little Liza Jean
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Lisa Jane Jane Little Liza
Little Liza Jean Little Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean

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song performed by Nina Simone
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Little Liza Jean

Traditional
Where is my tambourine wait a minute Ill get your tambourine
Got my tambourine get your thing baby
Whats wrong with you what is it you want
Cant forget my tambourine boy want a minute
This is a folk tune nad its called little liza jane
We get some rhythm started here and see what happens
I got a beau you aint got none little liza jean
I got a beau you aint got none little liza jean
I got a beau you aint got none little liza jean
I got a beau you aint got none little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Come my love and live with me
I will take good care of thee little liza jean
Come my love and live with me
I will take good care of thee little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Hambone hammer where youve been
Down by the river making gin
I know a man thats three feet tall
Drink his liquor and has a ball
Saw him just the other day
He had a horse and a ball of hay
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little liza jean little liza jean
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little liza jean little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean
He took me to his great big town
Lots of people standing around
They were listening to a great big band
The bestest music in the land
I tell you once and tell you twice
Enjoy yourself and live your life
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little liza jean little liza jean
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little lisa jane jane little liza
Little liza jean little liza jean
Oh little liza liza jane oh little liza liza jean

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Maa

Maa to meri jaan hai.
dundle andhere me bhi vo, meri pehchan hai
Sehti rahi jo hr pal,
Marti rahi har pal jiske liye vo,
Kuch or nahi bs vo meri muskaan hai,
Har gaya har lamha jiske samne,
Jhuk gaya har dard jiske samne
Vo koi or nahi meri maa mera bhagwan hai.muskurati rahi har dard me vo tumhe hsane k liye,
khud jalti hai vo har pal, sirf tumhe roshni dikhane k liye, rehti hai andhero me tumhe chand dikhane k liye,
Aaj bhi intzaar krti hai vo tumhe chamkta dekhne k liye,
Tadapti hai vo bs ek bar tumhe seene se lagane k liye.
Dedo use itni khushi ki gham bhi na use chu paye is zamane me...
Bna do uske har aasun ko moti,
Chamka to uski zindagi kuch is kadar,
Ki heera bhi feeka parh jaye is zamane me,
Bs ye hi jaan lo, maa hi sabkuch hai,
Har zamane me...

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Gazal Badi Ajeeb hai ye Zindagi in hindi by deepak kumar deep

Badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi,
khushi ek pal ke liye
dukh verson baras ke liye
koi sukh chahta hai is jeevan me
to usse dukhon ki bhari bori hi mil jati hai
jahan foolon ke milne ki aaasha hai
wahan katon ki sej bich jati hai
Badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.....................

Kuch satya kuch ghooth
Kabhi aasha kabhi nirasha
kabhi sawpno ko pane ki lalasa
inhi me ulagh kar rah gayi hai zindagi
Badi ajeeb hai hai ye zindagi................

Kabhi jati kabhi varn
Kabhi bhasha kabhi dharm
viwadoke ghere me hai aaj ki sanskriti
kaise kahen, kya yahi hai zindagi?
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi...........

Pyar doge pyar milega
satkar doge samman milega
mehanat se har chij hai sambhav
kam se chori hai dukh ka anubhav
ham jaisa hain sochte nahi hai aisi zindagi?
fier bhi log kahte hain,
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.............

Manav jeevan ek baar hai mita
nahi milta hai barambar
har manav se pyar karen
nafrat ko de dutkar
Krodha chod dhairya apnayen
paap chod punya kamayen
ye dharti hai dharam ki
jitni marji fasal ugayen
Ek baar yatan kar dekhen-
Hai khusnasheeb ye zindagi
nahi hai ajeeb ye zindagifir bhi log kahte hai,
badi ajeeb hai ye zindagi.........

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Parichay

Poochu kisse parichay aapna
Mei khud se aanjaan
Barso se parkha hai khud ko
Baanker ke vidwan.
Har baras
dar baras
Badle hai pehchan mere
Herat mei hai jaan.

Har pal badalta
Ek ek pal mei machalta
Kabhi dhalta, kabhi nikharta
Paraspar badalta
Mera aastitwa
meri pehchan

kabhi dhoondha hai
kisi ki aakho ke pratibimb mei
to
kabhi paya hai
kisi ki ajnabi se muskan mei.

Mei ek
aur mujhme
na jane
kitne anek.
Ek ko jaanu to
Dooja ho jaye
Pal hi mei mehman.

Sthirta ki moorat mei
Kan kan aasthirta se bhara
Meri shinakt.
Poochu kisse parichay aapna
Mei khud se aanjaan
-anjali

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Ye Kaisa Rishta Hai

Ye kaisa rishta hai

Ye kaisa rishta hai
jise na nibha paate hai
Na tood paate hai.
Phir bhi janmo tak
Salamat rahe
Yeh dua karte hai.

Ye kaisa bandhan hai
Jise na yaad karte hai
Na bhul paate hai
Saapno me hi sahi
Sang raho
Yeh tammanna rakhte hai.

Ye kaise lou hai
Jise na jala sakte hai
Na bujha paate hai
Sulagti rahe
Dil me sada
Ye saja lete hai.

Ye kaisa rog hai
Jise na dikha paate hai
Na chiipa paate hai
Dard ko gale se laga
Mann me basaye phirte hai.

Ye kaisa rishta hai

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Kyon?

Kabhi hum aapko dhundhte hai.
Kabhi aap humko dhundhte ho.
Bheed me jamane ki
Khoye hai,
Shayad dono kahi.
Ya bandhe huai hai,
Baediyoo se,
Khud ko yo hi.
Phir bhi
Dhundhte hai
Nain aapko
Nirantar
Yo hi.

Kuch hai jo joode rakhta hai
Humko,
Samay ki parato ke pare.
Kuch hai jo bandhe rakhta hai
Aap ke mann se mujhe.
Tamam swachand hone ki
Koshishso se pare.

Hum bhid me kho kar dekh liye.
Bhag kar samay se pehle nikalne
Ki koshish kar liye.
Chip kar tammam pardo ke
Peeche ho liye.
Auur har baar
Khud ko,
Aapko dekhte paya humne.
Har baar
Paya aapko bhi
Yo hi
Khojte huai.
Bheed ko pyyasi aakho se takte huai.
Phir dekh kar humko
Oot me chipte huai.

Kis se chip rahe hai?
Khud se,
kab tak yo hi chipte phirengee?
Dard ke selab me
Yo hi doobte rahenge?

mana,
Ye galat hai,
Aapka mera yo
Benam rishton me joodna.
Ye galat hai,
Beboonyaad se dhadhkano ko

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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Na Janee

Na janee kitna kah gayee
Aur
Kitna chipaa gaye.
Na janee kya kya likh gayee
Aur
Kitna mittaa gaye.
Manzil nahi hai
Aur
Na koi raasta
Phir bhi,
Anjaan se rahoo mai
Na janee kyon nikal pade.
Na janee Kaha se nikle the
Aur
Kaha pahuch gaye.
Na janee kya gila hai
Aur
Kis se shikwa kare
Belabz dastan hai
Na janee kis kis ko
Kya kya bayan kare.
Na janee dhadkanee aapni hi hai
Ya hai paraiee
Bahut toka humne
phir bhi
Na janee kyon yo betok dhadak gayee.
Dard ka shouk nahi hai,
Na gamo se koiee wasta,
Phir bhi
Na janee kyon dard shoukh se ban rahe hai
Aur
Gamoo se kuch nata sa ho chala hai.
Na janee kaha ko nikle the
Na janee kaha pahuch gayee..-anjali

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Mann Toh Mann Hai

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

Lakh talo me rah kar bhi
uuse kon bandi bana paya hai.
Dekho to uuadan uski
Chand lamho mei
Vo to kitne brahmand
Bhraman kar aaya hai.

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

Tan ko to bandh liya
kadiyo se.
Kabhi diwaroo mein
Kabhi dooriyo mein
Mann ke aashwo ki
Doowd kaun, kaha,
rok paya hai

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.

mann doodaye
mann hasaye
mann roolaye
mann ki mahima
kya kabhi kooie jaan paya hai.

Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai

mann chanchal hai,
jharno sa
baadlo mein chamakti bijjliyo sa.
mann paavan hai
pooja mein chadhe puspo sa.
mann pischash hai
khoon mooh lage narbhakshi sa.

par phir,

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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Do Aparichit

Tum aur mei,
Ek ahsas ke dor me bandhe
Do aparichit..
Ahsas,
Jo benam hokar bhi
Banaye jaa raha hai
Ek khas pehchan.
Tum aur mei…
Meelo ke phaslo me
Kareeb aate huai
Do aparichit…
Kareebiya itni ki
Tum saans lo toh
Humari dhadkan chalen.
Hum aahe bhare toh
Tum hichki bharon.
Tum aur me
Do alag rahon ke musafir,
Alag alag manzilo ki jise talash.
Phir kyun nazar aa raha hai tumme
Vahi..jiski shayad ki umar bhar talash?
Kyon mel khatee hai
Tumhare aakhon ke paas ki lakeere..
Mere haathon ki lakeeron ke saath.
Tum aur mei,
Ek ahsas ke benam
Pehchan se parichit
Doo aparachit! ! ! !

poem by Anjali Kakati
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June

'Glemt er nu Vaarens Kamp og Vinter-Sorgen,
Til Glæde sig forvandler hvert et Suk.
Skjøn som en Brud, den anden Bryllups-Morgen,
Ei længer Barn, og dog saa ung og smuk,
Den skjønne Junimaaned til os kommer;
Det er Skærsommer! -

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De høie Popler hæve sig saa slanke,
I Hyldetræet qviddrer Fuglen smukt.
Paa Gjærdet groer den grønne Humle-Ranke,
Og Æble-Blomstret former sig til Frugt.
Den varme Sommerluft fra Skyen strømmer,
Sødt Hjertet drømmer!

Paa Engen slaae de Græs; hør, Leen klinger.
Paa Himlen smukke Sommerskyer staae.
Og Kløvermarken Røgelse os svinger,
Mens høit i Choret alle Lærker slaae.
- Med Vandringsstav hist Ungersvenden kommer
Hjem i Skærsommer.

Ungersvenden.
Alt jeg Kirketaarnet øiner,
Spiret kneiser stolt derpaa.
Og hvor Marken hist sig høiner,
End de fire Pile staae.
Her er Skoven. Store Rødder
Før af Træerne der laae.
Her, som Dreng, jeg plukked' Nødder,
Og trak Jordbær paa et Straa!
- Barndoms Minder mig besjæle!
Jeg vil flyve, jeg vil dvæle!
Grønne Skov, min Barndoms Ven,
Kan Du kjende mig igjen?
Grønne Hæk, du brune Stamme,
Jeg, som før, er end den samme,
Har vel seet og hørt lidt meer,
Ellers Du den Samme seer! -
Her er Pladsen end med Vedet,
Godt jeg kjender Parken der!
Her er Stenten tæt ved Ledet,
Gud, hvor lille den dog er!
Alt jeg kjender her saa godt,
Men det er saa nært, saa smaat -
Det var stort, da jeg var liden,
Jeg er bleven større siden! -
- Lille Fugl paa grønne Qvist,
Saae Du mig derude hist,

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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Dil Ka Khalipan! ! ! !

Na ujjalo me jalta hai
Na aandhero se bharta hai
Dil ka khalipan
Na jaane kya chahta hai..

Jal mei bhi pyasa hai
Poora hokar bhi aadhoora hai..

Ye begana aakhir kya chahta hai..

Ghar ki chat ke neeche hokar
Bhi hai beghar..
Manzil pakar bhi bemanzil..

Aakhir banzara yeh mann,
Kyun galiyon me bhatakta hai..

Bhara bhara sa har waqt,
Phir bhi hai khali..
Jhake har manzar manzar
Gali gali..

Aakhir ye mann kya dhoondhta hai?

Kyun har lamha hai
Raste me nazaree gadhaye..
Kiske intezar mei
Palke beechayee?

Dil ka khalipan
Aakhir kya chahta hai?
Na ujjalo me jalta hai
Na aandhero se bharta hai

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Humanity Poem- Manavta Ki Khatir

Rog laga hai har manav ko, main bada hoon tumse pyare
Tu tu may may ki issi aag me, jal rahen hain ye sare
Pyar nahi hai dilon me apne, Lagate Vishva-bandhutva ken are
Seekhen zara prakriti se bhi, jo milkar rahte chand sitare
Gar ghukaden apne aapko to, mit jayenge ghagde sare
Gair nahi koi vair nahi hai, sab hain apne mit hamare

Manav me manavta na ho, to insaan ki kaam ka
Aisa manav chalti phirti lash hai, aur lash hai kis kaam ka
Dhairya, kashma, karuna nahi to, vidya ka gyan kis kaam ka
Bistar hai par neend nahi, wo saaman hai kis kaam ka
Dhan se hai bharpur par shanti nahi, aisa dhan kis kaam ka
Duniya jise such kahti hai, wo such hai kis kaam ka

Tarraki kar li insano ne, gyan aur vigyaan se
Vhed dala antrikash ko bhi, roket wayun se
Much pe baten badi badi, par dil abhi pashan se
Haasil sab kuch kar liya par, bach na sake abhiman se
Manav me manavta hogi to sirf guru ke gyan se
“Deep” milegi mukti to bas, rab ki hi pahchan se

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Awareness poem in Hindi by Deepak kumar deep

Sadiyon se khamosh ye dharti
Pata dhoondh rahi hai insanon ka
Kash! Kahin koi mil jaye
Kya shahar hai ye veerano ka?

Dhadhak rahen hai dil par hoth hain band
Iltaza hai kuch kahne ki
Par! sari nakam koshish
Mai chala gaya tha mudon ke shahar me
The naam wahan gude huwe sunhare patthron par

Wo bebas the, chilla rahe the,
Ro rahe the apni lachari par
Zuban na thepaas unke, kuch kahne ko
Kyonki wo bebas the lachar the……
Jane laga jab wahan se main
Pukar rahi thi wo sari lashen mughe
Chilla chilla kar kar kah rahi thi-
Mat banna aise, jaise the mere karm
Yaad kar un baton ko, aati mughe abs harm
Banna tha jab narm mughe, huwa main narm
Andhvishwashon me ghira tha mera apna dharm….

Jao jakar bata do unko
Meri tarah hi unka hoga haal
Maine ta umernahi ki bhakti, sirf kiya dikhawa
Jo bana aaj ka sawal
Maine apna waqut gawaya, duniyawi such ko pane me
Shareer ko sajane me,
Imarte banana me,
Danga fasad karne karane me
Par zara bhi na diya dhyan
Manav jeevan sawarne me.

Murakhta aur pagalpan ki bhi had hoti hai
Maine samay ke satguru ko nahi pahchana
Sirf libas dekha, shaklon par dhokha khakar
Har yug me maine mara taana.

Main bhi kitna badnaseeb tha
Manjeel mere karib tha
Phir bhi daud raha tha paglon ki tarah
Wo waqut bhi kaisa ajeeb tha.
Khair! Min to apne kiye ki bhugat raha hoon
Par jao jakar kahna un ghamandi, ahankari, papai,
durachari, anachari, Vyabhichari, atyachari logon se

Kyon kar raha hai apne aap se gaddaari.
Kar le apne aapki pahchan
Kaun hai tu? Kya hai tera asthan?

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poem by Deepak Kumar deep
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Sweet Jane

Standin' on the corner, suit case in my hand, Jack is in his coat, Jane is in her vest, and, me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band. Riding in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim. Ya know, those were different times. The poets, they studied rules of verse, and the ladies, they rolled their eyes.Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!
Now, Jack, he is a banker, and Jane, she is a clerk. Both of them save their monies, when they come home from work. Sittin' down there by the fire, the radio does play. The classic music is, "The March of Wooden Soldiers", and you can heard Jack say, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane.
Some people like to go out dancin'. Now other people they go to work. There's even some evil mothers, they'll tell you life's just made out of dirt.That women, they never really faint, and villains always blink their eyes.That childeren are the only ones who blush, and life is just to die. That every one who ever had a heart...that wouldn't turn round and break it, anyone that played a part, whooa, and wouldn't turn round and hate it.Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane.
Sweet Jane! (Sweet Jane) Sweet Jane! (Sweet Jane)...Sweet Jane! (Sweet Jane)...(Sweet Jane)...(Sweet Jane)...(Sweet Jane).

song performed by David Bowie
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Saza De Do

Jo khata hum ne ki
Tum mujhe chalo
Koi saja de do
Ya
Jee saku phir se
Koi mujhe vajah de do.

Na to jeete hai, na marte hai
Tum mere marj ki
Koi dava de do
YaTo
oodh lete hai kafan
Koi aase dua de do.

Sas lete hai to
Aah nikalti hai
Rokte hai to
Jaan nikalti hai
Saso ke is anban ki
Koi sulah kara do
Ya to
Sase hi na rahe
Koi jaadoo chala do

Sarpat bhagi jaati hai jindagi
Dil ke dhadkanoo se
Thoda susta loo
Koi Kinara de do
YaTo
Thahar jaye tere he dar par
Thoda sahara de do.

Thak gaye hai
Deewaro par dastak de de kar
Ek darwaja tum tak khule
Koi rasta bata do
Ya to
deeware he na rahe
Thodi takat laga do.

Jo khata hum ne ki
Tum mujhe chalo
Koi saja de do.
-anjali

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Phagoon Ki Raasta Khoi Hawa

Kya dhoondhte hai?
Kyoun dhoondhte hai?
Kise dhoondhte hai?

Sara jahan hai..
Kabi mutthi me,
To kabhi
Kadmo tale,
Phir bhi jaane kya chahte hai?
Na jaane kis ki khoj me rehta hai,
dil bechara.

Kyon aasthir hai?
Itna asantust,
Itna vyakul ye mann mera?
Peeneko toh puri dariya hai
Na jaane phir kyoun lout aate hai
Pyase he kinare se
Lekar koi naam anjana.

Kyoun nahi chal paate hai
Un raasto par
Jis par chalta hai jag sara?
Na jaane kyoun bhatakte phirte hai
Pagdandi, pagdandi
Jangal, khalihan sara?

Shayad phagoon ki
Rasta khoyee hawa hain,
Kabhi ek tinke se jala dete hai
tamam umar ki kamaiee,
Kabhi usi tinke koi bana lete hai
Doobte ki parchyee.

Kya dhoondhte hai?
Kyoun dhoondhte hai?
Kise dhoondhte hai?

poem by Anjali Kakati
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