Every heart beats,
Though broken or blessed,
Naive, unabashed
Vibrant or gloom
To be over the moon
They chose to zoom
To places of charm
To people who warm
To things they relish
To feeling they cherish
Then why are they callous
Brazen and jealous
They used to fight
by loosing their sight
When needs are the same
Excuses will be lame
For hoarding the loaves
By digging the globes
If heart can be mould
Then it can be sold
Wish for the joy and not for the greed
Eke out the matter and self be "The freed"
1 comment:
Bhai ji...1st attempt me achha poem likha hai english me...hum dono ke sath hi ek bat lagu hoti hai..we are not as efficient in english as we are in Hindi....aapki hindi kavitaon me jaan hai...usme likhte rahiye..idhar bhi try karte rahiye.
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