I sit down in the terrace
With a sheet and brush
To sketch the moon with the stars

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ये मेरी झुमका
गवाह है नजाने कितने किस्सों कितने दास्तान का

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Erasing a part of life

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जो फूलों से महक चूराते थे





फूलों को तपता सूरज से
बचाते बचाते थक जाते हैं

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I think of the Almighty
Pray Him to make me stronger
To be above the high-low profile

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Night is cool and beautiful
To place everything at ease
The moon is the witness
Of the pleasure pain and bliss

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The path of righteousness
Illuminates with dignity and grace

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Far off
Calls for a companion
Of equal wave length

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कभी न मुरझाए
खुसबू लूटाते रहे
सॉंसों को मेहकाते रहे

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People spoil mother earth of whom they are the parts

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