"बहारें फ़िर भी आयेंगी"

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Ye mausam bada kharab lage
Na hawa chale,
Na chhaw mile,
Na hi pani me koi naav mile

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HELLO APRIL !
A-new month to
P-pursue ur dreams
R- rejuvenating urself
I- inspiring others &
L-lots of laughs♥

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The leaves are meant to fall,
But not your tears ...
Fruit are on plant temporarily,
As do the people's in your life...
Dont forget that your soul is the root of your life ,
Not that world,
they are just the part which r meant to be fallen .....

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At first our love was like
A new flower bud,
That flourish in spring time,
fresh and beautiful.
It fully blooms in the summer
Lively and colorful.
But then autumn comes,
We loses our leaves,
End up dry, as we turn gray.
Pale and full of silence,
In winter, it turns cold,
And dying.
But still, despite all this,
We stand with the test of time and season.
After this,
Let's bloom this spring time together again my love.

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Springtime

"Strings" of golden 'ran'
down her 'back';
"Fringes" accompanied
on the 'front'.
"Cleft" graced her 'grin';
"Fluorescence" iced her 'charm'.
It was that 'time'....
the 'time' of her BLOOM.
The "springtime of life".
It was her 'youth'.

Innocence was at its peak,
Grudges didn't exist.
Eyes glistened,
Love existed.
And 'faith' laid the base....
....the base to our bonding.
It was that 'time'....
the 'time' when we met.
The "springtime of our life".
It was our 'youth'.
~~ PRABHAT 👑

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#Barefoot
Childhood days stood
on barefoot toddling
in my reminiscent.
That innocent golden days
jumped barefooted in the mud
squelched accross the meadow.
Make a bow in my bosom
that crazy moments
get cracking with
second self barefooted
still wrapped around me like
morning dew of autumn.
That moments away with
the fairies sit tight with me
like rolling down hills
climbing trees and
spinning in circles of barefooted
as garden fresh as daisy
still hoard me barking mad
of my springtime of life.

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Sard raaton ne sataya,
Aur patjhad ke gham ne rulaya hai

Ye mera suhana vasant ,
Itni aasani se nahi aaya hai.

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She'll bloom in her own time,
When she's ready & free.
Definitely not in winter,
Not in the autumn, nor summer.
She'll bloom in springtime.
Where she prepares her beauty
For the whole summer.
And enjoy the weather till autumn
In the month of September,
And October till mid november.
And she'll add up, her beauty regimen,
By sleeping in the month of december
Through winter.
So she can get up wild & flexible,
adding some brances her way,
as she grows stronger.
Rooting deeply underneath the leaves that she shed,
Upon letting go some of her unwanted,
None working, dead leaves.
Braver to face lifes difficulties.

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