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When I Grow

By A.Bhagirathraj


Neela assman accha lagata hai par doo baadal hone chaiye abb kabare hi dekh tha hu baccho wali harkate chhod di hai 

gali me kehal na band kar diya hai 

vo chidiya abb najuk nahi lagati . jo bachpan me lagati thi . 

abb nahi jaga tha Maa ko neend se 

jo bachpan mee jagaya kartha tha.. 

haar kaam muje hi sompa jatha hai.. 

mai hi saman lata hu.. 

sab loog muje se paiso ki baat karne aate 

hai.. sirf paiso ki baate hoti hai .. 

.... abb samaja raha hu mai 

thoda badha hoo raha hu mai....


By A.Bhagirathraj



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