Poem dedicated to all the teachers on occasion of Teachers Day.
Her din beet thi hai hamari, kitaboo ke wahi panne
Palathe huiye,
Ankhen kabhi namm nahin hothi, hamari, tumhe
Sahi galath ka penchaan karavathe, huivye.
Her mooud pe, Haatho mein liye, hum masal gyan ka,
Dekathe hai roshini, tumhe, sahi disha mein, aage badne ka.
Palathe huiye,
Ankhen kabhi namm nahin hothi, hamari, tumhe
Sahi galath ka penchaan karavathe, huivye.
Her mooud pe, Haatho mein liye, hum masal gyan ka,
Dekathe hai roshini, tumhe, sahi disha mein, aage badne ka.
Chehre pe hamare, ek mushkan see khil jathi hai,
Jab dekhthe hai tumhe, kamyabi ki sikhar per,
kadam der kadam badhaathe huvaiye.
Khud pe garv aur fakrr mehsus kerthe hai hum
Jab ban the ho, tumsab ke liye , mishaal ek acche insaan hone ke.
Jab dekhthe hai tumhe, kamyabi ki sikhar per,
kadam der kadam badhaathe huvaiye.
Khud pe garv aur fakrr mehsus kerthe hai hum
Jab ban the ho, tumsab ke liye , mishaal ek acche insaan hone ke.
Khuda ne baksha hai hume, guru ya shikash ke naam ki pehchan se
Na swarth na koi chahath basthi hai hamare iss pavitra see dil mein.
Ek anmol gyan, ka dhan, buss diya hai khuda ne, ek uphaar ke ruup mein,
jise loota dethe hai hum, puri zindagi apni hi dono haatho se..............
Na swarth na koi chahath basthi hai hamare iss pavitra see dil mein.
Ek anmol gyan, ka dhan, buss diya hai khuda ne, ek uphaar ke ruup mein,
jise loota dethe hai hum, puri zindagi apni hi dono haatho se..............
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