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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Khubsurat hai Ankhen Tumhari
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'Khubsurat Hai Ankhen Tumhari
Bhigi Kyun Hai Phir Palken Tumhari
Boj Uthate Nahi Ye Thakte
Hai Jahan Par Janm Yeh Lete
Galon Par Jeevan Bitate
Hoton Pe Dam Tod Ve Jaate
Puchte Hai Dam Todnewale
Kab Hogi Khushi Jahan Mein
Tab Jaakar Ham Chain Se Baithe
Wahan Jahan Par Janm Thi Lete
Thak Gaye Ab Hum Jeeke, Marke
En Ankhon Ko Hum Chot Pohchake
Khubsurat Hai Ankhen Tumhari
Bhigi Kyun Hai Phir Palken Tumhari..
Bhigi Kyun Hai Phir Palken Tumhari
Boj Uthate Nahi Ye Thakte
Hai Jahan Par Janm Yeh Lete
Galon Par Jeevan Bitate
Hoton Pe Dam Tod Ve Jaate
Puchte Hai Dam Todnewale
Kab Hogi Khushi Jahan Mein
Tab Jaakar Ham Chain Se Baithe
Wahan Jahan Par Janm Thi Lete
Thak Gaye Ab Hum Jeeke, Marke
En Ankhon Ko Hum Chot Pohchake
Khubsurat Hai Ankhen Tumhari
Bhigi Kyun Hai Phir Palken Tumhari..
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