सपने
देखे छोटे छोटे सपने,
काश कभी वो होते अपने।
सपना अपना कब होता है,
पीछे जो भागे रोता है।
कौन यहाँ सब कुछ पाता है,
कुछ न कुछ तो रह जाता है।
जाने क्यूँ ये आते सपने,
काश कभी वो होते अपने।
"SHE" too is someone
Shattered and broken she lays upside down, Mob comes and watches without any frown. Is it the scene, we waited to see? Next can be anyone; you or me. Why don’t we find pain in the agony of others? They may be sisters, or may be mothers. We’ll have to teach our males to behave, We are civilized now; we don’t live in caves. Limits, restrictions, these words should be there, We’ll have to learn to sympathize and care. The world is our own and we are the makers, Some of us support, and others mere shakers. Now it is enough and there have to be an end, The loss otherwise, who is going to mend? (PRI)
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