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 LOVE

             - Ranjesh Kumar Sharma, TY BSC

Love is like a sweet dream,
Its glory is evergreen.
                       One cannot get it handily,
                       But it is accepted heartily.
When it spreads its shine,
No rejoice in any wine.
                        All is well if you dare,
                        It is alone, keep it care.
It touches the face of soul,
Aim your success like a goal.
                         Don’t fix the worthy of it,
                         All the joy in it’s beneath.
Love is wonder love is GOD,
It’s nothing but finest ode.
                         One cannot feel even a blind,
                         Its judgment needs no mind.
Love lives in name of GOD,
It is strength of the lord.
                         When once created lasts forever,
                         Its ending comes never & never.
If one plus it, he is bold,
He looks like a glittering gold.
                         It begins with the every joy,
                         These are words by me a boy.  

YEH MUMBAI KAISA SHEHER HAI

                                 - Viraj Chandrani, FY BSC

                   Yeh mumbai sheher hai ! yeh kaisa sheher hai?koi isse bombay kehta hai toh koi isse bambai kehta hai, kissi ko isse mumbai kehne ko majbur kiya jaata hai !
                  Yeh kaisa sheher hai ? yahan har shakz bawla aur pareshaan sa kisi ko dhundta rehta hai . . . . .
koi daulat ko dhund raha hai tih koi shohrat ko. . . . .
toh koi apni khoyi izzat dhund raha hai. . . .
sab lena hi chahte hai is sheher se, koi apne siyasat ke mansube, toh koi apni daulat ki hawas ki bhukh ko mitane ke liye yahan ki bezubaan maasum janta ko apni taakat ke niche rondhta jaata hai! ! ! !
                   Iss sheher mein takatwale ka hi bolbaala hai !
jiski laathi ussi ka sar!
mujh jaise maasum, seedhe saadhe aadmi ko yahan koi panah nahi dena chahta, kyunki meri biwi nahi hai, mere bacche nahi hai, main apna haal-e-dil kahoon toh kisse kahoon ? ? ? besud in lambi sadko par din-raat chala jaa raha hoon. . . . najaane meri manzil kahan kho gayi hai ? ? ?
              Yeh mumbai sheher hai ! yeh kaisa sheher hai ?

ALLAH SE DARKHWAST

                                  - Viraj Chandrani, FY BSC

Allah se darkhwast karta rehta hoon, ki ya  mujhe neend na aaye . . . . . 

Din toh yunhi dunyavi shorogul mein nikal jaata hain. . .

Par jaise hi din ka ujala rukhsat hota hai, main raat ki tarikh ko cheer kar aasman ke paar pahuch jaata hoon, aur sitaro ke irdh girdh mandraya karta hoon. . . .

Tab ! yakayak mere dil mein yeh khwaish aati hai ki main abhi aur tarrakki karun aur upar utthu aur ……. aur ……………..

            Fauran mere tassavur mein meri riyaya ka saaya ubharne lagta hain, aur mera jee phir beqarar hone lagta hain , jee karta hai kissi unche darakht par chad jaaun aur wahan se meri riyaya ko awaaz du, ki

            “  Aei meri azeez tareen riyaya utho, mein tumhe awaaz de rah hoon, aao apni tamaam pareshaniya mujhe batao, aur mein apni saari khwaishein tumhe suna doon, aao hum ek saath parwar digaar ki ibaadat karein”

               Par ! Zameen mein jad jamaaye binna sitaron mein teheniya kahan se phute ? ? ? ?

Aur gujre hue sultaano ke zulmo ki satayi hui riyaya mein mein mujhe umeed jagaani hain ! dukho se bhari unki zindagi ki hifazat karni hain, unki khwaisho aur tamanao ko amli surat deni hain. . .

            Ya  mere itne saare mansube ek hi daur mein pure ho jaaye. . . . . .

             Ki azmat, riyaya ki bhalai ka khwaab aur zaati khwaishein. . . jab in teeno mein kashmakash ho rahi ho toh mujhe neend kaise aayegi ammi kaise ? ? ? ? ?