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SHERSHAAH

Oct 18, 2022
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By Ruhan Arya Kapoor




Choti choti akhoon nee bada khwaab dekhee thee Pyaar mohobat kee umr mein een anken nee desh kee Liya sapna sanjo thee Kai ristha thee meri zindagi mein par mein har ristha ka mohtaaj nhi tha Sar pee tha kafan desh toh dimple muja tera saar pain sindhur dalna bhi Mansur nhi thaa Bauth kuch kehna chatha tha tuja jana see phela wapas woo clg kee Deen tera saath Jenna chatha hai Aur phir see yeh palm pur kaa sidha sadha ladka tuja propose karna chatha hai yeh bathana chatha tha kee mein tuja kitna chatha tha Kuch iss Tarah Mein tumhee chatha hu Acha bura




Zindagi ka har ek wakth tera saath dhekhna chatha hu Dosth bankar nhi humsafar ban kee tera saath rehna chath hu Tera har ek sapna mein apni akho see Pura hotha hua dekhna chatha hu Puri duniya tera kandha pe saar rakh kar ghumna chatha hu Humara bacha jab pheli baar apna lawzo see tuja mummy aur muja papa bulayenga toh woo pal tera saath Jenna chatha hu Phir jab Zindagi kee kuch Akari pal honge hum dono ek dusree see Juda hona hi walla hongee Teri sason ko apni sason mein mehasus kar kee woo zara pal dubara Jina chatha hu mein tumhee chatha hu Mein tuhmee chatha hu Mein tumhee chatha hu Par afsoos aisse hoo naa saka shayadh mere kismath mein param vir chakar aur desh ka kafan hi likaa thaa Maa pithaji aakri baar aap see mil nhi paya bth kuch tha kehna koo par keh nhi paya ajj ketha hu kee

By Ruhan Arya Kapoor




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