Bahoot hi Muskil Kaam hai, poem by AnAlone Krishna.

..Bahoot hi Muskil Kaam Hai..

(for conserving mind from disturbing things of maturity age)

-poem by AnAlone Krishna-

Bahoot hi muskil kaam hai.
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Tujhpar yah dil mera kuch is tarah se kho gaya.
Apna sabkuch bhool-bhal kar bas tera hi ho gaya.
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Raaton me bina yaad kiye tujhe, mujhe neend nahi ata tha.
Dopahar me bhi agar ankhe band karta, to tera chehra cha jata tha.
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Nadan tha mai us pal, jab dhyan na deta tha auro ki baato ko.
Dost mere kitna bhi samjhate, par mai padhta rahta teri aankho ko.
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Dilchaspi na thi tujko mujhpar, agar mai yah baat pahle samajh jata.
To naadani me mai apne, pata nahi kya-kya kar jata.
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Akshaa hua ab samajh aa gayi, ki tu bas ek khwab hai.
Aisa khwab jo kavi pura na ho, par yaadein teri nayab hai.
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Yaado ke sahare mai jee lunga,mujhe dard-e-judai ko jeena hai.
Jyada dard hai to koi baat nahi mere paas mere dosto ka sina hai.
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Aadat se mai lachar hoon, dhyan baar-baar teri or chala hi jata.
Kaas ki apne dil ko mai tujhpar phisalne se rok pata.
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-AnAlone Krishna.
18/12/2015