Treasure Island

Azhar Sabri

(10-01-1990 / Gaya, Bihar)


Tamam tazkirah me azeem tajkirah hai dosk ka,
Mano to sabse ohda or nirala safar hai dost ka.

Dosti me har sakhsee pahlu ka zikra kar lete hai log,
Itemade itna hai ki dil se qadar karte hai dost ka.

Kabhi tabit karke lagta hai zamane me kuchh talaf kiya,
Milne ke baad utna hi fikr maloom hota hai dost ka.

Kisi ke dosti ka tazkirah jab bhi dekhta hu main
Guzastah zamane ka manjar nazar ata hai dost ka.

Tumne to dosti ka har farz kamil ki hai Azhar,
Is hayat-e safar me hamesha mutaffir ho dost ka.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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The model of a freinds is in our life, and what its importancy, trust and needs is defined in this poem.

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