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Sushant Tum Zinda Ho

Mar 10, 2023
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By Manisha Singh


Deemag mein shor hai,

Chalta naa zor hai.

Goonj rahi nyaay ki pukaar,

Phir bhi behri hai sarkaar.


Satya par jhooth ka andhkaar hai,

Gunehgaar ko saza dene vaali vardi hi gunehgaar hai.


Cheekh rahi janta,

Phir bhi awaaz padi kamzor hai.

Andha to tha hi kanoon,

Ab police bhi maun hai.

Puchh rahi janta,

SUSHANT ka hatyaara kaun hai???



Hindu kya muslim ne bhi,

CBI jaanch ki maang mein uthaaye haath hain.

Cosmos beloved ke zariye aaj poora nation ek saath hai.


Keh rahe fans SUSHANT se,

Ki sushi tum humare liye Kohinoor ho.

Tum jahan bhi ho stay rest in peace,


Kyuki justice se ab zada nahi door ho.


Haan hai.... tha nahi kahungi main,

Kyuki vo zinda hai.

Zinda hai, har bechare dil me.

Voh photon, jo star hai double slit me.

Voh Gulshan, jo laajawab hai reel and real me.


Ab ek sher ki dahaad lekar,

Uth'ta hai hum sab mein.

Jo sogya 14 june ko jaakar,

Apni maa ki gaud mein.

Aur bola, Maa kya sukoon hai teri duniya mein.


Ab ban gya voh chiraag,

Jo jalta hai har ghar mein.

Ab ban gya vo sitaara,

Jo chamakta hai aasmaan mein.

Jaakar aasmaan mein deta hai vo message apne naam ka,

Kehta hai, "I am right here".

Or puchhta hai, "Will you miss me there"?


Cosmos ka vo deewana,

Karne vaala tha ek aur film "Chanda mama door ke".

Bass gaya hai door jaakar,


Bana liya ghar aakhir chaand par usne.


Jis chaand par vo rehta hai,

Uss chaand ki main deewani hoon.

Vo Manny hai dil bechara ka,

Aur main iss poetry ki writer Mani hoon.


By Manisha Singh



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