पेड् हरे हैं, भरे हैं और घने हैं,
रखते काली दुनिया को साफ हैं,
प्रक्रति मां को रखते ठीक हैं,
जग को सुंदरता करते बहाल हैं।
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It is a murder most foul
And most unkindest cut of all.
O love don’t slaughter me,
Even before I see the first ray
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June is the month cruelest,
River burnt out, parched land deadliest.
Dry leaves, writhing in pain,
Gleans from the faces drain.
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Exams are very dear to me,
They are our future.
They thrill us with pleasure,
It is a messenger to new leisure.
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बैठे थे दो आज निठ्ल्ले,
खा रहे थे भुने छ्ल्ले,
सोच रहे थे जुमले-वूमले,
नाच रहे थे बल्ले-बल्ले।
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छ: महीने के जिगर के टुकडे को,
छोड् कर, आया के पास;
नौकरी पर भागते हुए;
रोक कर, माँ को, आया ने पूछा: ...
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Brooding the days, spent with you,
With vibration in the heart and light in the mind.
Every moment so lovely and faced smilingly,
Difficult to forget, days spent with you merrily.
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Financial capital of the nation shocked,
Where people gloat to realize their dreams
And left behind the scars with a smile,
You shattered the happy flow of life,
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They wear a mask of dirt and lies,
To hide filth and fraud in eyes,
With torn and rot mind they smile,
Pain is the reward they give to people glide.
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Oh wake up my dear country men,
Wake up from your deep slumber,
To weed out the corrupt, criminals,
Communalists and castists.
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