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शायद सत्ता के भूखे लोगों की अस्थियाँ उड़ रही हैं
शहर रो रहा है, शोक मना रहा है
किसी कूचे में बैठे एक बच्चे की
खाली थाली गूँज रही है
हैं सबके लब सिल गए यहाँ पर
एक आख़िरी आवाज़ ज़मीर की उठी है
ऊँची इमारतों पर धूल जम रही है
शायद सत्ता के भूखे लोगों की अस्थियाँ उड़ रही हैं
(Sunday morning. Her suitcase is by the door.) Her: (Checking her bag for the third time.) Okay. I think I have everything. Me: (Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.) You sure you need to go? Her: (Smiling sadly.) It's just a week. My mom's been asking
She closed the door. The knocking outside didn’t stop. She wanted to open it, but fear held her back. She kept walking towards the door and returning to the bed again and again. Finally, she sat in the corner of the room, switched off the lights, and covered her
The Youngest child is often the strongest in the family People assume they have everything they need, That they're carefree, spoiled or that life has always been easier for them. But they forget, the youngest carries a quiet weight too. They're expected to just "Glow
You'll never die if you fall in love with a poet, They make your life so mesmerizing by their thoughts like a shining star, They will wrap you up by their attractive words, They will show you to the world of love , happiness and euphony printed in line