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Thode Adhoore Lagte Hain.

Mar 10, 2023
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By Manisha Singh


Haan thode adhure Iagte hain...


Vaise to khud me poore hain voh,

Par mere bina thode adhure Iagte hain.


Haan unki parties aaj bhi puri-puri raat hoti hai,

Phir bhi mere bina unki khushi adhuri hoti hai.

Dusro ko bahut achhe se samjha dete hain voh,

Par meri raaye bina unhe apni samajh adhuri lagti hai.

Vaise to khud mein poore hain voh,

par mere bina thode adhure Iagte hai.


Yun to chun lete hain sab kuchh voh sab ke liye,

Par baat jab khud ki aati hai to meri raza ke bina unhe apni pasand adhuri lagti hai.

Yun to bhar dete hai voh haami sab ki haan mein,

Par meri haan ke bina unhe apni haan adhuri Iagti hai.

Vaise to khud mein poore hain voh,

par mere bina thode adhure Iagte hai.


Jab kabhi door ke safar se aate hai,

To bhale hi mil lete hain voh sabse,

Par jab tak main naa milu unhe har mulaaqat adhuri lagti hai.

Jab bhi dress-up hote hain voh,

To khush hote hain sabke compliments paakar,

Par meri smile ke bina unhe vo compliments bhi,



Haan thode adhure Igte hai.

Vaise to khud mein poore hain voh,

par mere bina thode adhure Iagte hai.


Yun to muskurate hain voh sab ki khushiyo mein,

Agar meri khushi na ho shaamil,

to unhe voh khushi bhi adhuri lagti hai...

Door ka safar krna ho tay agar,

Aur main gale laga kar naa bheju,

To unhe sare raaste hi adhure lagte hai,

Yun to khud me poore hain voh,

par haan mere bina

thode adhure Iagte hai.


Ab kya bataun unke bare mein,

yun to sab maujood hain unki zindagi mein,

Par mere sath ke bina unhe apni zindagi hi adhoori Iagti hai.

Yun toh khud mein poore hain voh,

Par mere bina thode adhure lagte hai.


By Manisha Singh



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