Tum bano khushi kisi ki,
Kisi ke namkeen neer mein mithi muskarahat bharo
Kisi ke berang jeevan ko rangeen karo
Ye zindagi bahaut hai chhoti
Isse jitni khushbuyen, jitne rang, jitne swad
Le sako le lo, de sako de do
Tum bano woh khushi ki
Karahta hua jab dard
Dard se bhara hua jab dard
Apne dard se chhutkara paane aaye
Tab bhar do uska bhi daaman khud se
Itni khushiyan do ki dard apna wajood hi bhool jaye!
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Nice. But, do you realise that the ideal that you have stated in your poem is one that is impossibly tough to live upto?
Anyway! At least we poets dream up the ideals and hope to live 'em! Ain't it?
wah! I am not surprised to see you come up with this, but I am happy all the same!!!!
There is no other way to exist than the way u have mentioned.
The Parish,
I hope that now, you believe it is possible...so what if it is even in bits and pieces, its still a desire to be khushi...and yes...once you become khushi and change someone's dard into khushi...it gives another perspective to that person. And when you are in pain, that chaged person, chaged from dard to khushi, can help you identify yourself with khushi again....its nutual Parish, its mutual...
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