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Asia ke hum parinde, Aasma hai had hmari,
Jante hai chand suraj, Jid hmari zad hmari,

Hum whi jisne samander ki, lehar par baandh sadha,
Hum whi jinke ke liye din, rat ki upji na badha,

Hum ki jo dharti ko mata, maan kar samman dete,
Hum ki wo jo chalne se pehle, manjile pehchan lete,

Hum whi jo sunya main bhi, sunya rachte hain nirantar,
Hum whi jo roshni rakhte, hai sabki chaukhto par,
Un ujalo ka wahi, paigam le aye hai hum,

Hum hai desi hum hai desi hum hai desi,
Ha magar har desh chaye hai hum.

Zinda rehne ka asal andaz, Sikhlaye hai humne,
Zindgi hai zindgi ke, Baad samjhaya hai humne,

Humne batlaya ki, Kudrat ka asal andaz kya hai,
Rang kya hai roop kya hai, Mehak kya hai swad kya hai,

Humne duniya mohbat, Ka asar zinda kiya hai,
Hmne nafart ko gale mil, Mil ke sharminda kiya hai,

In tarrki ke khudao, Ne to ghar ko dar bnaya,
In pde khali makano, Ko hmi ne ghar bnaya,

Hum na aate to taraki, Is kadar na bol pati,
Hum na aate to ye duniya, Khidkiya na khol pati,
Hai yasoda ke yha par, devki jaye hai hum,

Hum hai desi hum hai desi hum hai desi,
Ha magar har desh chaye hai hum.
Copyright© Shashank K Dwivedi
email-shashankdwivedi.edu@gmail.com
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jalc May 2016
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         •we sleep
                                 swad-
                                           dled
                 we manage               tight•
           somehow      to wake            late at
       •and...                  cradled             night•
      the bed                    in the ci-          we toss
   ngle off                      cle of ea-           and tu-
   ms da-                     ch oth-             rn•roll
our ar-                  er's a-             away
sheets•            rms•           and re-
with the                   turn...•
our legs tangle

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Words by me.
Arrangement by the madly gifted ryn; more of his talent at writing and concrete poetry showcased at http://hellopoetry.com/ryn/
Thank you ryn(:
Hrithik Hiran May 2020
Chehre pe gira jo woh boond uske
Jhalak ke aayi meri muskan aise
Ke Bikhri hui zindagi mein baras baithe
Khoyi hui aashaon ki baarish jaise

Bhul na paunga woh din
Pehli baarish jo bitayi thi saath mein
Chaatha tha mere paas bhi
Par ghus gaya tumhaare sang mein

Ek choti chathri aur hum do uske neeche
Bheeg rahe the hum aadhe aadhe
Par aise bheegne ka mazaa he hai kuch aur
Jab Aaghosh ke woh pal mile na kabhi aur

Chalte rahe hum aahista apne bus ki or
Kya batau kaise bitaye woh 5 minute
Unke Bheege zulfein jo karr rahe the shor
Chodke use apne bus mein
Bheegta raha uss pal ki yaadon mein

Aaj bhi Barsat jab bhi kare
Chaatha lene ko majboor
Yaad tumhari he karta hu Ke kaash tum hoti
Ghus jaata tumhare he chatri ki chaav mein
Pehli baarish ki un boondon ko chakhne
Ke kya swad aaj bhi wahi hai
Jo uss din chakha tha saath mein humne
This is about that special rain we all have had in our life in HINDI.
Hope you all like it!
Jami Samson Jun 2013
Can't we choose the air that coalesces with our blood?
Can't we decide the only time to let our lids shut and unlock?
Can't we pick the only lumps we want to sprout from our structures?
Can't we select the parts we would rather have blemished?
Can't we prohibit the leaky drops of saline our eyes secrete?
Or forbid our visage from exposing an out of control kaleidoscope?
Can't we stop our pumps from thrashing and throbbing and telling on us?
As well as command our malfunctioning extremities to quit giving away our state?
Can't we instead just bring out our insides without dissecting the outside?
Can't we just emit what we mean to sound off by just lip-syncing?
Can't we really do anything without a swad of nerves tell us no?
While having every stretch of muscle and vein say yes?
Can't we just...
Can't we really?
#22, June.02.13
Siddharth Ray Feb 2020
Bhaiyon aur behnon
Aao karein charcha unki
Jinki leh na bahe toh
Hojata hay ghanghor apraadh
Fir mehek achi ** ya buri
Dil mein bas reh jati hay baat
Zaika hai inka bhi anokha
Magar chonk ke bina kaisa swad
Aao karein charcha unki
Jisse hum khetey hain jasbaat
Apni marzi ke yeh hain maalik
Time par dikhate hain aukaat
Kabhi bina namak,
Aur kabhi cheeni *** ** toh
G par dil khol dete hain laath

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