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Sweetheart...

From today onwards, I will be writing a series. A series about love, true love. Its dedicated to two of my very close friends. I will call them N and S. The series is called Sweetheart, and it starts with a touching poem, in Hindi which S wrote for N. Hoping you will like it.

Dosti se pyaar aapse kar beethe,
Aapke pyaar mein hum kya se kya kar beethe
Aapne hamme chooaa,
toh aap ek dost se kuch aur he bun beethe.

Zindagi mein aap humko mile,
ghum jo hamein tha hum bhula beethe,
khushi aapko dein, zindagi bhar ke,
isse tamanna se hum, apni jaan aapko bana beethe.

Door hain aapse aapko yaad karte hain,
Aapki baatein ssoch kar,
tanhayee mein muskara liya karte hain.
Mil jaayein agar toh zindagi bhar
khuda ko yaad karein ge. Na mile agar toh.............
jannat mein aapka intezar karenge.

Comments

Anonymous said…
"From today onwards, I will be writing a series. A series about love"....from as long back as i can recall now...i think confessions679 has been on this theme ;) never the less very good poem...par amma yaar kuch to personaly bhi mail karte ho naa??? :D
10/19/06, 8:28 PM
Anonymous said…
hey nice poem............lucky gal............hmmmmmmmmm.i mean out of dis world........neha
10/21/06, 3:51 PM
Anonymous said…
the amma yaar helped me draw lot of flak today :)
10/22/06, 7:52 PM
Shishir said…
come on dude as long back i can remember u have been stuck on this theme ..but have to give u this much ...grt poem
10/26/06, 8:18 PM
Sid Saxena said…
thanks dude...btw welcome back on the blog scene...
10/26/06, 10:11 PM
Anonymous said…
these 2 guys shishir n shreshth i dnt knw y but sumhow jealous of u...........beware frm dem...........hahaha neha
10/27/06, 6:22 PM
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