Deepak Kumar deep


Aise Hain Anna Hamare...


Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare
Sath do milkar duniya walon
Pakar inke Har ek ishaare

Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare

Diya hai maa ne ratna hame
Jo sabki aankhon ke hain tare
Desh ki khatir jee rahe jo
Aise hain Annaa hamare

Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare

Hoga khatam ab bhrastachar
Anna ki ye har saans Pukare
Swarg sa sunder bane ye desh
khushiyon ke hon har or nazare

Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare

Ishwar do sadbudhhi sabko
Karte gunah kyon itne sare
Rukhsat hoge duniya se “deep’’
Hoga na kuch sath tumhare

Khuskismat hain hum sare
mile hame jo Anna Hazare

Submitted: Thursday, August 25, 2011
Edited: Thursday, October 27, 2011

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