Lekhny composition -25-Feb-2022
lost in my own memories
you are often mad
Mother, you are Ganga-Jal!
on the mountain of sorrow for a lifetime
you drink ocean of tears
still smelling like flowers
deserted year of mind
whenever we go astray
Then and again you are a model.
Counting of fasts, festivals, fairs
you never forget
holding on to relationships
swing for life
You from the moonlight of Kartik
Be more pure.
Abhinav ji
27-Feb-2022 11:38 PM
Nice
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Shrishti pandey
27-Feb-2022 06:04 PM
Nice
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Niraj Pandey
26-Feb-2022 12:08 AM
very nice
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