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Ek aansu bhi rusva kar jata hai

    Bachpan ke dukh bhi kitne achhe thay
    Tab toh sirf khilone tuta karte the..
    Wo khushiyan bhi na jane kaise khushiyan thi,
    Titli ko pakad k uchhla karte the..
    Paon maar k khud barish ke pani mai,
    Apne aap ko bhigoya karte the..
    Ab toh ek aansu bhi rusva kar jata hai,
    Bachpan main to dil khol ke roya karte the..!

    Bachpan ke dukh bhi kitne achhe thay Tab toh sirf khilone tuta karte the.. Wo khushiyan bhi na jane kaise khushiyan thi, Titli ko pakad k uchhla karte the.. Paon maar k khud barish ke pani mai, Apne aap ko bhigoya karte the.. Ab toh ek aansu bhi rusva kar…

    Bachpan ke dukh bhi kitne achhe thay Tab toh sirf khilone tuta karte the.. Wo khushiyan bhi na jane kaise khushiyan thi, Titli ko pakad k uchhla karte the.. Paon maar k khud barish ke pani mai, Apne aap ko bhigoya karte the.. Ab toh ek aansu bhi rusva kar…