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तुम्हारे जन्मदिन पर...


तुम्हारे जन्मदिन पर...

क्या दूं तुम्हे...
एक दुआ कि
तुम खुश रहो
आबाद रहो
मुस्कुराते रहो

खुशियों में ऩफा
ग़म में नुकसान हो
सेहत में इज़ाफ़ा
काम और नाम में बरकत हो

उम्र कि
गिनती
सालों से नही लम्हो से हो...

प्यार, शांति, सुकून
आने वाले साल में ये

सब तुम्हारा हो
आने वाला साल

तुम्हारे लिए अच्छा हो
यही मेरा तोहाफा
यही मेरी दुआ...
जन्मदिन मुबारक हो!!!

शुभ्रा
24 December 2008 1230 am

Comments

Straight Bend said…
This was ok. No punch :(
daanish said…
dil ki gehraaee se nikli duaaeiN
aksar sunn li jaati haiN.....
iss achhi nazm meiN kahi gayi har dua qubool ho..yahi dua hai...
---MUFLIS---
Anonymous said…
दुआ बनकर जो छा जाए जीवन में उसकी तलाश है
हम तो अकेले थे लेकिन अब हमसफर की आस है
रास्ता बड़ा मुश्किल था लेकिन अब मंजिल पास है
जो सुन ले दिल की अनकही उसकी सांस ही आवाज़ है
कहतें हैं वो कि हमारे हो जाएंगे लेकिन दूरी बढ़ाने में उस्ताद हैं
अब तो बता ही दीजिए कि कैसे आपके मिजाज़ हैं

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