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Neha Bhargava (karishma)

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थोड़ा बिगड़ती है,ज्यादा संभलती है बिन कहे सब समझती है नदानियो की भरमार है बड़ो सी सलाहकार है अनजानी गिटपिट करे कभी कभी हमसे भी ज्यादा समझदार है गुस्सा चुटकी में करती है बात हो जब अपनो की पल भर में ही भूल भीं जाया करती है दोस्त ,बहना कितने रिश्तों का नाम है तू मां की लाडली और हम सब की जान हे तू अधूरा अधूरा सा वो हर पल लगता है साथ तेरा थोड़ा सा खलता है ©Neha Bhargava (karishma) #my mirror

थोड़ा बिगड़ती है,ज्यादा संभलती है बिन कहे सब समझती है नदानियो की भरमार है बड़ो सी सलाहकार है अनजानी गिटपिट करे कभी कभी हमसे भी ज्यादा समझदार है गुस्सा चुटकी में करती है बात हो जब अपनो की पल भर में ही भूल भीं जाया करती है दोस्त ,बहना कितने रिश्तों का नाम है तू मां की लाडली और हम सब की जान हे तू अधूरा अधूरा सा वो हर पल लगता है साथ तेरा थोड़ा सा खलता है ©Neha Bhargava (karishma) #my mirror

Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet

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The mirror of my innerself ----------------------------------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder When your love is at high tide my feelings hide all the sorrows and griefs under the dense assembly of leaves of the delight-tree where my life-bird becomes fully free. The rains come from your eyes lie down on the bed of my sadness, the pleasure from the fulcrum of your heart flies high in the sky of my happiness. The roof of the proof of all my activities is your reflective activities, the manuscript of my mind is always sent to you, the publisher who plays a vital role in the printing of my innerself; thus comes the feelings-elf flying towards the understanding- my identity lies in your identity clinging to each other in the amorous way- never to be farther away. ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet #The mirror of my innerself

The mirror of my innerself ----------------------------------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder When your love is at high tide my feelings hide all the sorrows and griefs under the dense assembly of leaves of the delight-tree where my life-bird becomes fully free. The rains come from your eyes lie down on the bed of my sadness, the pleasure from the fulcrum of your heart flies high in the sky of my happiness. The roof of the proof of all my activities is your reflective activities, the manuscript of my mind is always sent to you, the publisher who plays a vital role in the printing of my innerself; thus comes the feelings-elf flying towards the understanding- my identity lies in your identity clinging to each other in the amorous way- never to be farther away. ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet #The mirror of my innerself