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Talent Ya Mehnat?

Mar 2, 2023
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By Sunil Bijalwan


Maine apna din-raat ek kiya hai,

Dhaga dhaga krke khud ko siya hai.

Meri mehnat ne jab rang dikhaya,

Tmne kaha isey to ye talent mila hai.


Tumhe lgta jo talent hai,

Wo meri salon ki mehnat hai.


Hain aalsi sb yahan, pr paisa bhagata hai,

Tumko tmhare ghr se bahar leke aata hai.

Mai bhaga apni kalaa ke piche,

Tmhe lga isey sab kuch pehle se aata hai..





Tumhe lgta jo talent hai,

Wo meri salon ki mehnat hai.


Tmhe to bss ek artpiece dikhta hai,

Nhi pata kitni chot khake banta hai.

Mila mujhe koi kisi se gift nhi hai,

Mehnat se hasil kiya hai, kisi se cheena nhi hai.


Tumhe lgta jo talent hai,

Wo meri salon ki mehnat hai.


Tumko aasan dikhta hga ye safar mera,

Pr maine hr ek sidi khud bnai hai,

Khud bnakar unse khud gira hu,

Upr tak aane m bohot chot khayi hai.


Tmhe aatey honge sapne nind mai,

Mujhe sapno ke karan kbhi nind hi nhi aayi hai.


By Sunil Bijalwan






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