Darkte Ehsaas

When I received the gifts of pain,

Broken all faith.

Who holds fast to Nayan,

The liars have become honeymooners.

In the love path of hopes,

Waited tired while waiting.

Now the mountain has become a tear,

Happiness was all sad.

Endured counter-attacks,

Dissenting dignities.

One and a half prices are being sold,

The relationship was all ridiculed.

Tears are insistent on stubbornness,

To come out of the nain.

Desire has become relaxed,

Everyone became silent with glee.

Tied in chains,

What about morality?

The addresses have also been false,

So the realization was there.

Dr. Manju Johri "Madhur"