Poetry is a person’s attempt to make sense of his world in meter and rhyme. Poetry is a dance with God, close and intimate, or jitterbugging across Eden’s fertile valley. Poetry is the first shrieking cry of a newborn babe. Poetry is the tear on the cheek of a mother at her child’s graduation. Poetry is the arc and swish through the hoop of a far flung basketball in that last second effort to win.

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Do Pal ke Haseen Khwaab

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Do pal ke haseen khwaab,
Do dil ke fasane,
Yaad aate hain ab bhi,
Woh guzre zamane,
Saanson ki mehak unki,
Mohabbat se kahi hr baat,
Mashook bari zalim thi,
Bari qaatil hai unki yaad,
Bhoole bichare woh waade,
Kache dhaagon si woh kasmein,
Do pal ke the saare,
Na Hue kabhi woh apne,
Yaad aate hain ab bhi,
Woh guzre zamane,
Do pal ke haseen khwab,
Do dil ke fasaane…

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