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HARSINGAR

Sep 22, 2022
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By Nikhat Nazneen



Barson pehle ka eik khoobsurat manzar

Aakhon me raks kar raha hai,

Haarsingaar ke daman me

Saikaron phool biche hue hain ,

Unme se kuch phool chun kar

Maine apna singaar kiya hai.


Kaano me karn phool pehne

Haaton me kangan jaaye

Baalon me gajra mehkaaya

Aur gale me haar daale

Mai piya se milne jaa rahi hun.





Usne mere gajre ke kuch phool le kar,

Meri hatheli par narangi gul boote sajaye.

Lekin kachcha rang tha shayad,

Eik hi barish me utar gaya.


Aaj phir haarsingaar par bahaar aayi hai,

Mai uske daman me baithi hui hun ,

Mujh par phool baras rahe hain,

Mere baalon me ulhaj rahe hain,

Mere aanchal se phisal rahe hain.



By Nikhat Nazneen




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