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Veerana

Second one of the short poem series. 

This short poem is about a lonely place which craves for someone to bring it to life.


Veerana

Mein ghar ke darwaze khidki khol ke rakhta hoon.
Kya pata koi hawa ka jhonka kab aa jaaye.
Kabhi koi chahchata, guzarte hue ruk jaaye
To iss veerane main bhi chahal pahal ho jaaye.


Deserted place

I leave all the doors and windows of my house wide open,
Don't know when a warm breeze finds its way in.
Hope sometime a chirping passerby stops for a while
To liven up this deserted , lonely place.



Composed by:
Priyank


Comments

Priyanka said…
hawa ke zhoken hain yeh bas kuch pal ke
khushiyan bekhere jo har dil main
rok sako inhe to hum jane
bana lo inhe apne to hum mane
May 4, 2012 at 9:00 PM
Priyank Ajmera said…
Wah wah, kya baat hai .. :)
May 6, 2012 at 6:53 PM
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