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Poetry:- Safed saaree ka uske fir se rangeen hona tay tha, Khaali dil ko uske fir se shaukeen hona tay tha, Ki mil gaya tha usey fir se koi saathi apna, Apni kismat pe usey fir se yakeen hona tay tha. Vo ek bebaak parinda tha, Nikla tha udaan pe, Kisi tarah se nazar padi uski iss saadgi ki pehchaan pe, Dil vahi, vo haar gaya ispe, Jaan ko apni vaar gaya ispe. Ishq pe jisey fir se yakeen hona tay tha, Safed saree ka uske fir se rangeen hona tay tha, Asaan si nahi hai ye kahani itni, Waqt ne fir ki beimaani itni. Koi ek nahi tha jisne inke raaste ko roka tha, Riwaazon ke naam aise hi kitno ko jhoka tha, Kuchh aankhon ko ye ab chubhne lage the, Guroor ke mehel jo ab doobne lage the, Gunaahon ki unke fir sangeen hona tay tha, Safed saree ka uske fir se rangeen hona tay tha. Awaazein goonjne lagi fir goliyon ki, Sehem si gayi awaazein thitholiyon ki, Shikaar karne nikle the sab mohabbat ka, Khoon se bhar dene ko yaadein aisi holiyon ki. Na insaafi ka lekin pairon taley zameen kh...

     "Hai junoon" is basically a motivational and inspirational poetry for those who are facing hard times and have a strong desire to come out of them. This poem would help create a spark in those people who have big dreams but lack in the spark required, those, who find it difficult to stand up again if they fall once in the way to their destiny.       This poem explains the fact as to how can we prevent ourselves from giving up. It explains, that a person if had any intentions to give up, or had a fear to lose, would have never started to fight for his/her dreams. It lets us know that whenever we feel like we are loosing it, remembering why we started, helps.      A person's biggest competitor in the world is no one else but himself. If you can't change your situations, no one else can do it for you. Giving up is as easy as simply sitting down feeling tired, but that is an option that should not be given to you...

         For a mother, her child is the first priority in life. From the very beginning of his existence in her womb till the time he is independent, she nurtures and protects the child. And is a support even after that. Honestly speaking, it's just impossible to even reciprocate the amount of love and care a mother gives to her child but it is surely possible to give her at least what we can. But another bitter truth is the fact that this hardly even happens.      This poem over here tries to reflect on this fact. We don't have any idea how much injustice we do to the most important lady of our life. So let's begin: To have an amazing experience you can also watch this poetry video in the link below:- To watch this poetry video click here Kudrat ka karishma ho ye kyu hain bhul jaate..? Maa, tujhe log kyu samajh nahi paate? Kho kar apni neendein kisi aur ne na sulaya hoga... Mamta bhari awaaz se kisi ne na bulaya hoga.. Chot lage jab k...

  This is a hindi poetry which brings out the feelings of being a part of such a society where females are often treated as people who do not have any authoritative role in a family. Be it their parents house or their in-laws' , a woman has to struggle hard to find a place that she can call her own. A lot of reforms and newly made laws have however made it clear that a female is as equally a rightful owner to her parents'property as the male child but this is just a law that hardly people think they should even bother about.      Even in the at her husband's house where a woman should be considered as a family member, years pass when she is taunted for her upbringing, and reminded that she is from some other family.      Honestly, there are a big number of families even today, who believe that a woman's universe lies around the happiness and we'll being of the male members of her family. Here's the poem that brings out this message and tell...