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We all want our country to witness a change, But we ourselves don't want to contribute, which appears so strange! We think another person will come and change the country, But alas we see no such gentry! We all ourselves break the rules, And put ourselves in the category of fools! We brazenly cross the zebra lines, Simply because rarely they attract any fines! So many times the red light we skip

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I still miss you,but not like I did before, The intense aching I felt,isn't there anymore. I still whisper your name,not as often as I used to, Now it may be once,before the day is through. I still hear your voice,replaying in my mind, But it's fading now,soon silence I will find. I still long for you,to feel your touch, But it's not like before,i don't dream it as much. I still think about

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You make the knowledge come so alive, It's harsh world outside but you make us survive, Yours are the pains and we students thrive, Whenver we are down, your motivations revive!(us) You are the sweet laden knowledge beehive, From where all good things in the world we derive! Authored and shared by - Ankit Bhatia Thanks for being the water that made me from a sapling into a tree, Happy Teachers

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Nazriya hai nazar ki soch nahi kartha koi sankoch jise sab samajthe hai yahi hai sachayi Maane yeh tho jhoota hai parchaayi Yeh nazar tho dekhe jo woh dekhna chaahe yeh fitrath tho soche jo woh sochna chaahe nahi hai kuch sahi ya galaath yeh tho wahi hai jo hai nazar pehchaanna chaahe ek jogi ne ek din ek bache se poocha kya dekhthe ho tum is tasveer main wahi poocha ek tajoorbedaar se kya

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Mudhathon baad hai milne aaye aapko dekh khil utta hai man maano lash main aa gayi ho ek nayi umang. Par is mulakaath main hum tho khush hue magar gumsum hai aap! Maana is mulakaath main nahi kee humne koi gufthugu naahi chip-chip ke kee koi guturkoon, na gaye bahar dekhne koi picture, ya khaayi koi paani poori milkar. Par arson baad mile tho sahi yahi hai mere liye sabse badkar. Is mulakaath

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Tanhai ka aalam chaaya hai Majboori ki zanjeeron ne phasaaya hai Is dil ke dard ko bhagane ke liye yaadon ko bhulaana baaki hai... Hain mere jeevan mein sab kuch.. phir bi, Use paane ke liye haath badaana baaki hai... Hain mere bi chaahnewaale.. phir bi kyu unhe paana gavara nahin. Is akeleppan ko bhagaane ke liye Ek naye saathi ki talaash baaki hai.... Kaash main waqt ko ghuma paatha...

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Pal do pal ki khushi main lut gayi do duniya... tadap tadap ke jeethe hai ab na jaane manzil kahan, kahan le ja rahi yeh dariya hum is kadar ek ho gayein hai Mauth bhi jaise alag na kar payegi Jiya jaaye na akele na jaaya jaaye peeche chod manzille isi ghutan main akele alvida kehne ka bhi rooh main dum nahi par is ghuttan main jeena bhi tho manzoor nahi ! Zinda hoon is Zindagi main Saans

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Whenever I think of you, Sweet Smell of Jasmine comes to my mind. I feel so satisfied so contended, I feel the happiness of another kind. It takes me to a world where no one is sad, Everybody is happy and they get what they always wanted to have. But as I wake up from my dreams, I see what the truth is. You are still the pretty flower I adore, But you are not the flower that I own. Authored and

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Maybe I should cry some more, To end the problems galore, I try to calm them up, But every try makes them roar. Maybe I should cry some more, Feels like my heart tore, Buried there was intense furore, It appears to me, I never felt like this before. Maybe I should cry some more, I want to end this downpour, The wounds have grown sore, But I am in a quandary, I am unsure. Maybe I should cry

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Hello friends how you are? Let us rock the poetic guitar, Poemtreasure awaits to see your talent, Poem+you and that's so brilliant! Poems and pocketmoney now gel together, Earning it was never so easier, So create a key of your treasure, And off you go on an interesting venture! Authored and shared by - Poem Treasure

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life life oh my life! It's just like a rollercoaster ride, It sways me here and there from side to side! But it's no fun, it's no joyride :( Enough is enough please show me some light, Let me see this world so bright! Else the tsunami is near and great is the tide, I might float away with it and go out of your sight! :( Written on 19 March, 2011Authored and shared by - Ankit Bhatia

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Many a times in life we do hurt people, Getting the wound healed is not that simple, Lets hold hands together so that recovery is mutual, To get back the feelings when we used to cuddle, That touch is what I want back in life, The mistake surely cuts like a knife, I never want to lose you again, Let our love grow in this beautiful rain :) Authored and shared by - Arvind

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Yellow and you go beyond alliteration and pompous poetic devices. Halogen lamps still stand tall on streets where we once kissed, kids, discovering the magic of love and passion. Gerberas tied to your tresses you lay over the glittering sand like the muse of many a poet. And yet, never a cliché! All that now remain of you are decaying teeth from smoke swaying in your remembrance and  

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Astral waves dance upon the shore beneath the moon The night whispers an ancient lore beneath the moon Wild geese ease their breast; a drifter’s boon From the nocturnal claws seeking gore beneath the moon Radiant cinders upon the dark skies festoon Hurled by howling winds, the waters roar beneath the moon Hoary hues fall upon a forlorn lagoon Through the tempest  seagulls soar beneath the moon

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The girl from Ipanema starts sounding melancholier and the roses on the table bleed like the cliched poem I wrote for her what seems like a few decades now Tied tongues hang between us like pearls of dewdrop on the tip of a leaf and awkward fingers entwine to compensate for the silence Slowly we savour the last drops of caffeine dipped in flavours of yesteryears slurping each moment like a

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As I amble barefoot over the dawn’s dew sprinkled over the grass freshly mown, amidst of the chirpings of the cuckoo I reminisce how my years have  flown. Sprinkled over the grass freshly mown Lies the damp nostalgia of bygone years. I reminisce how my years have flown And the dew blends with wistful tears. Lies the damp nostalgia of bygone years amidst of the chirpings of the cuckoo. And the

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There is a secret place Hidden in the wilderness where I have heard Lovers often meet A place that exists Not in sound Yet, not in silence Beyond the boundaries Of daily humdrum, Lovers saunter into the sphere Of its dreamlike divinity It’s cast away by an ocean Where the gushes of gripe Violently runs down sand castles of  rancour On the other end It looks over a steep hill Where the

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Bowed by a fifty and score, Of memories that gradually grey, I choose from a basket of flowers, To rest upon her once cascading hair. A rusty saddle rescued from the creaky cupboard And a faded overcoat that refuges, More reminiscences than cobwebs; I mount upon all that remains Of  once a blistering beast And I set out; much like a quixotic knight. Unsure of what trail must I choose, Whether it

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Let me tell you about my life, which discords with you and wildlife, I was born in Ice Age in Pelling, So many birds sat near me and used to sing, My water was milky and brightly shining, The travellers used to halt and found me enticing, My Arteries made the forest so lively, I flowed with full vigour and so wildly, Time passed and you started to ignore, Dumping plastic in my veins and choking

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Papa kehte hain bada naam karega Beta hamara SURVEY ka kaam karega Magar yeh to koi na jaane Ki humhare paise hai kahan Papa kehte hain bada naam karega Beta hamara SURVEY ka kaam karega Magar yeh to koi na jaane Ki humhare paise hai kahan Papa kehte hain bada naam karega Baithe hain milke panelists yaar SAOL ke Sabke dilon mein armaan yeh hai Paisa hamara aab kab milega Har ek nazar ka sapna

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Suno suno yaaron ek CR ki zubani, kya hai uski apni zindagi ki kahani, Na doston ke liye hai waqt, na apna hai hosh, Rasta hai sakht, dhoond raha hun josh, Khud ki padhai ka kuch nahin pata, Apni manzil to ho gayi hai lapata! Jo kaho iska hai kuch alag sa maza, Bahut jaldi ho jate hain log khafa! Dekhte hain aage kya hone wala hai, Abhi chalta hun kuch kaam niptana hai :P -Ankit Bhatia 25 Feb,

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Save our India from this grime, Certainly no place for more crime, Where have all the fighters gone, Rise above and stop being a pawn Rape, corruption and inflicting pain, Is there an end to this sadistic gain, Power hunger has got no end, We certainly have the power to defend, I hate being called an Indian anymore, This is THE time for a major uproar, Shoot the bloody criminals at first sight,

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Zindagi mein aisa kabhi nazara bhi na tha, Dekha kabhi humnein koi tut-ta sitara bhi na tha, Fir kaise mil gaya kashti ko mukaam, Jab kashti ke liye kinara bhi na tha! -Ankit Bhatia 21 Jan, 2011

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Baat zehan mein hai ik, kuch khaas ho na ho, kehna munasib samajhta hun main hamesha, pata nahi ye mauka kal mere pass ho naa ho; Dil to karta hai maaf kar dun sabko, Lekin wo maafi bhi kya jisse galti ka ehsas na ho; Woh lahoo bhi kya lahoo jismein koi aag na ho, Pragati kadam nahin choomti agar badlaav ki aas na ho; Ek baar mera kaha maan ke to dekho yaaron, fir kehna agar duniya mein pyaar na

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Half awake for the whole night, Searching, hunting with all might, The search seems like its infinite, The assignment pain really gives me a bite! A student's life is full of plight, we have to battle as if it's a bullfight, Let me get back 2 work, alright! Hope the outcome would be bright :) -Ankit Bhatia, 14 Jan, 2011

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A friend is a journey we have to undertake, Miles of memories started with a simple handshake! Sweet birthdays to celebrate with a cherry on the cake, Warmth to share with softness greater than a snowflake :) Long discussions ... like we were ever awake, time passed by like sailing in a lake... And now we are busy with work, a great headache :( Hope our friendship stays lifelong and never ever

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The life is moving at a rapid rate, I don't know what is the destination of my fate. God seems to have tested all of my energy, Now he appears to take me out of this place so dingy! I never believed that God could be so rewarding, but why did he show me the treasure only in the ending. The Time is less, the tide will come, So I wonder what shall be the outcome. Will the water take away everything

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It might not appear superficially,but I am sad deep within,bruises of knives still exist,that never shredded the skin. Still longing for eternal peace,still longing for a smile,nothing can make a curve though,go around the stationary isle(of my face). shrieking cries had already made me deaf,I hear no more,even if you now speak,I might completely ignore. Two voices still echo within my conscience

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Few abstract thoughts again wandered loosly,what is life I wondered again.Is it a pleasant smile,or the clenching of teeths,It may be the thrust force of the river,or might be the spark of the stars. But what's the life behind life?is it the happiness behind smile?or is it the pain behind clenched teeth?It could be the gravitational pull of earth,rather it might be the light in the spark. But

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Before reading further please read disclaimer.Disclaimer: The following line(s) do not intend to harm or denigrate the reputation of any organization(s) or individual(s), the sole purpose is humour. Tirkintana,tirkintana,tirkintana...CAT CATtirkintana,tirkintana,tirkintana...CAT CATHai chancellor, Hai counsellor, Popular, hai annular...annular annularIIM maths mein tez hai, IIM ka students mein

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 Welcome to the Poem Treasure everyone of you!  Every Person living on this earth has some or other kind of talent. Many a times we tend to forget our creative side of mind and thus suppress our talent. Poem Treasure is all about letting you take your pen and allowing your emotions to ooze out. Your Every Poem is a treasure unlock it! : If you write poetry or even if you want to try out writing

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True is the saying:- A friend in need, Is a friend indeed. He is the one whom we can trust, And he comes to help us first. Having a friend is a must, But be sure that he is just. A selfish friend comes and goes in a gust, The friendship thereafter has no value and changes to dust. And here I say not to make a mistake, To join with anyone’s friendship which you feel is fake. Choose a friend not by

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To contact me to give in your views about my poems, constructive criticism or any suggestions even point out any errors you are always welcome!Drop in your emails at: contactankitbhatia-poemtreasure [at] yahoo.co.in

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ये सत्य है,मेरा देश महान;आतंकवादियों पर है हमारे फ़ौजीयों की लगाम,देश के कोने कोने पर नज़र रखे हैं वीर-जवान;हमने दोस्ती का हाथ कइ बार तमाम देशों के सामने बधाया,लेकिन हर बार उनहोने हमारा ये न्योता ठुकराया;भारतीय वैज्ञानिकों ने तीन-चार परमानु बम फोड़कर देश के दुश्मनो को स्तब्ध कराया,हम भारतीयो का मान बढाया और दुनिया में भारत का तिरंगा झंडा फ़ेहराया;अरे आतंकवादि हम भारतीय तो हमेशा से थे आगे,इसी शक्ति

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आज हमनें देखा जब अपने धोका देते हैं, जब वो कायरों कि भाँती मुँह फ़ेरा करते हैं; सच का सामना करना सीखें उनसे कह दो, इन्सानियत नहीं है उनमे उनसे कह दो; बन्धुत्व का नाता तोड्ते जा रहे हैं उनसे कह दो, बेशरमी कि हदें पार करते जा रहे हैं उनसे कह दो; हमारे सब्र की भी एक सीमा है उनसे कह दो, वो पार हुइ तो बुरा होगा अनजाम उनसे केह दो; चोरी छिपे काम करना छोडें उनसे कह दो, अपने विवेक का सही इसतेमाल करें उनसे

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लखनऊ का रडियो-सिटी सबको लुभाता,अच्छे-अच्छे गाने ये हमें दिन रात सुनाता;अयाज़ की अवाज सबको भाति,पूजा भी इसमें चार-चाँद लगातीं;सुन्दरमोहन जी कि तो बात ही क्या!,वर्शा-वीरा इसे और चटपटा बनातीं;आर-सी हाटलाइन में आती जब विन्य कि बारी,फोन मिलाने वालों कि लंबी लाईन लग जाति,आखिर में मैं बस कहूँगा इतना,लखनऊ का रडियो-सिटी है सबसे अच्छा I had once called to lucknow radiocity in a caller program known as

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आज फिर आयी बहार,आज हुआ मौसम गुल्ज़ार;मन फ़िर मचला,की लिखूं लाईने दो-चार;जगजीत सिंह जी कि गज़ल भी,आज फ़िर याद आयी है;वो कागज़ की कश्ती,वो बारिश का पानी;कश्ती तो नही है अब,पर है अब भी वो बारिश का ठंडा पानी;रिमझिम सी ये बारिश,अब कोई नया गीत सुना रही है;अवाज तो नहीं है लेकिन,कोई धुन ज़रूर गुनगुना रही है;गरज़ता हुआ बादल भी,पीछे ढ़ोल बजा रहा है;चमकती हुई बिजली,जीवन को नया ऊजाला दे रही है;जून की गरमी में ये

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लाजो रानी बडी़ सयानी,करती है अपनी मन्मानी;सामने ईनके जो भी आता,पल भर में पानी-पानी हो जाता;अंग्रेजी मे इन्होने की है पी-एच-डी,हर शब्द की बनाति हैं खिचडी़;शैम्पूँ इन्का लग्ता बडा़ असरदार,खुजली कराता इनसे बार-बार;इनसे चोंच लडा़ना नहीं है आसान,क्योंकी ईनकी ज़बाँन बहुत है बलवान Artist takes out revenge from any person in his art. This is true for me too. This one was written maybe in 2003 or 2004

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Aaj fir aai bahar, Aaj hua mausam gulzaar; Man fir machla, Ki likhoon line do-chaar; Jagjit singh ji ki gazal bhi, Aaj fir yaad aai hai; Wo kagaz ki kashti, Wo baarish ka pani; Kashti to nahi hai ab, Par hai ab bhi wo baarish ka thanda pani; Rimjhim si ye baarish, Ab koi naya geet suna rahi hai; Awaj to nahi hai lekin, Koi dhun zaroor gunguna rahi hai; Garajta hua badal bhi, Peeche dhol baja raha

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Yeh satya hai:-Mera desh mahan.Aantankwadiyon par hai hamare faujiyo ki lagaam,Desh ke kone kone par nazar rakhe hain veer jawan.Hamne dosti ka haath kai bar tamam desho ke samne badaya,Lekin har baar unhone hamara ye nyota thukraya.Bhartiya vagyaniko ne teen-chaar parmanu bum phodkar desh ke dushmano ko stabdh karaya, Hum bhartiyon ka maan badaya aur duniyan mein bharat ka tiranga jhanda

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Lucknow ka radiocity sabko lubhata,Ache-ache gane ye hamein din raat sunata;Ayaaz ki awaaz sabko bhaati,Pooja bhi ismein chaar chaand lagati;Sundermohan ji ki to baat hi kya?,Varsha-vira ise aur chatpata banati;R.c.hotline mein aati jab viney ki bari,Phone milane walon ki lambi line lag jaati;Aakhir mein main kahoonga bas itna,Lucknow ka radiocity hai sabse acha. I had once called to lucknow

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Lajo rani badi sayani,Karti hai apni manmani;Samne inke jo bhi aata,Pal bhar mein pani-pani ho jata;Angreji mein inhone ki hai P.H.D.,Har shabd ki banatien hain khichdi;Shampoo inka lagta bada asardar,Khujli karata inse bar-bar;Inse chonch ladana nahi hai aasaan,Kyonki inki zabaan bahut hai balwan. Artist takes out revenge from any person in his art. This is true for me too. This one was written

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Failure is something we shouldn't fear,Failure is the one putting us to next gear;It is something which encourages us to work hard,It pushes us to success like a dart;It makes us realize the realities of life,Afterwards sharpen's our knowledge as sharp as knife;It encourages us thereafter to give our best,Therefore it helps us to stand out of the rest;Failure is an inevitable milestone,If we take

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Here I come to a whole new place,The life of college again showers herald;Good friends & new teachers will surely be a milestone,All of us will work together and none will feel alone;It seems life these four years will stay up cool,Like the tranquil water of a sky blue pool;The nostalgia of passing 12th is soon gone,All sadness and boredom is quickly torn;I hope if we friends will never indulge

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Knowledge is like a string,You can stretch it like a spring.Do you know you can find,It is present in your mind.If you eat it like a food,You’ll be good in your mood.You can share it with your friend,It is the most popular trend.It can be increased by your will,Nobody asks for any bill.You’ll be good in your thought,And get ideas very lovely and hot.It greatly increases your power,One day you’ll

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Exams, the word itself fills me with great fear,One day before it the mind becomes clean and clear,It feels scary, the tension is high,My parents surround me and say do or die.I feel very weak, I have no strength,But my parents constantly say common its 10’Th.It seems the whole world is looking at me,My heart says lets hide anywhere or flee.Can you tell me why exams come?Why does it make us deaf

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Vanilla vanilla you are so sweet,Your chat sounds like a bird's tweet;You are surely a cutie pie,And seem to be a pleasure to the eye!;May your all dreams come true,And success keep paving the path for you;---------- deleted line ---------------------deleted line ----------Your friendship is surely an honour to me,But it's an agony that you I cannot see;Here I send you lot of hugs

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As the music from the chirping birds fill the silent dawn, As the melodious melody fill the sonorous strings of a guitar, As the taste of sugar candies fill a child’s mouth, As the pleasant honey fill the cells of a honeycomb, As the vibrant colour of the butterflies fill the colourful garden, As the warm sunshine of the sun fill the sunflower’s petals, As the smell of the fresh apples fill the

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Knowledge is valuable, knowledge is infinite, The person who attains it maximum, works at the speed of light. Knowledge is like a medicine, knowledge is like an elixir, The person who preaches knowledge, is none,but the teacher. I have a good class teacher who teaches us computer,Mr. D.N.Rai, And often I find my marks in computer flying high. He is jolly, he is smart, And pushes us to success

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Why at moments I feel innocent and shy? Why at moments I weep and cry? Why at moments I am beaten by my brother? Why at moments I am ignored by father and mother? Why at moments I run away at their sight? Why at moments they pounce on me and are ready to fight? Why are my sorrows never shared? Why are my joys and achievements impaired? Why at moments I feel alone? Where have my friends and

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Aaj hamnein dekha jab apne dhoka detein hain, Jab vo kayaron ki bhanti muh fera kartein hain, Sach ka samna karna seekhein, unse keh do, Insaniyat nahi hai unmein, unse keh do, Bandhutv ka nata todte ja rahein hain, unse keh do, Besharmi ki hadein par kartein ja rahein hain, unse keh do, Hamare sabr ki bhi ek seema hai, unse keh do, Vo par hui to bura hoga anjaam, unse keh do, Chori-chipe kam

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The age filled with lots and lots of happiness, Is none other than childhood, brimming with joy and freshness; The word describes the world of a newborn, With innocence and curiosity all around; The wonder eyed looks attracting all eyes, The life full of truth and no lies; Eager to know everything where mystery awaits, Delight and pleasure the little mind innovates; The jerky speech seems so

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