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Papa

By Riya Khurana


Vo kuch kehte nahi,par bahut kuch she jate hai 

Vo kuch dikhate nhi par bahut kuch kar jate hai 

Papa hai vo mere mere liye duniya se lad jate hai 


Meri safalta ki khushi mujhse jyada unhe hoti

Kyuki mehnat to unki bhi hoti hai 


Sapne jo unhone apni aakhon me mere liye sajaye hai 

Unhi aakhon se saakar kar dikhana chahti hu


Khudke pairon par khada to hona chahti hu mai 

Lekin shoe ki lace humesha unhi se bhandwana chati hu


Khudki jaruratoon se pehle mere shauk pure karte hai 

Vo mujhe har mushkil se bachate hai 


Meri class ka section yad nahi rehta unhe 

Par meri khwahisho ko pura karna nahi bhulte vo 


Vo kehte hai,beta jyada kuch nhi kiya maine 

Lekin apni zindagi ka har pal hume khush rakhne me bita dete hai 

Papa hai vo mere, mere liye duniya se lad jate hai


By Riya Khurana



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