Treasure Island

Yashvardhan Goel


Ek Bar Kabhi Toh Aawaz Doge Ye Sochkar


kaise muskurahat teri meri ban jati he,
man pe roshni ki lakeerein wo laati he
bikhar jati he jin me wo rangat suhani
jo failkar tasveerein teri bna jati he,
aankhein band ki aur so gye,
nindo ko sapne tumhare saunpkar
ek bar kabhi toh awaz doge
ye sochkar..

khin pe koi he aesa bhi whi he,
jisme tu rehta he, kesa he khin he, ,
ban gya nishana teri najro ka bin soche
k tujhe toh iski khabar bhi nahi he
kha pe mile, jo hum kho gye
tum ho kese jo tumhare ho gye.
raho me khayalo ki khud ko rokkar
ek bar kabhi toh aawaz doge
ye sochkar

Submitted: Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 24, 2014

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