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 Yeh jo kuch raaz hai, jo tujhko bohot khaas hai

ek din sab khul jayega, tab halka tera ye dill ho jayega


Yeh jo tu hichkicha raha hai, jo apni nazrien chupa raha hai

kabhi toh khud se sacch bol jayega, uss din tera paymaana bhar sa ayega


Kab tak mukarna qaraar rahega, kitni der sabko manata phirega

iss silsilien mien kabhi gir jayega kabhi royega aur aqsar tut bhi jayega


Lekin ek din tu thakk jayega

unn lamhon ke darmiyan tu khud se khafa nahin reh payega

tu khud hi theher jayega


Yeh jo kuch raaz hai, jo tujhko bohot khaas hai

ek din sab khul jayega, tab halka tera ye dill ho jayega



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Until next time
Love always
S


Comments

  1. Unknown9 April 2021 at 11:53

    Hmmmm....

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  2. Arjun23 April 2021 at 15:09

    Beautiful indeed. Is this about one's guilt? Or is it for the entire man kind? The way we've been treating nature? Whatever it's about , it's Beautiful. Love the choice of words and how it makes you introspect. Kudos

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