ज़िन्दगी की जान

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रोनी सूरत पर लाना मुस्कान
ये ही होती है ज़िन्दगी की जान,
ज़िन्दगी को ज़िन्दा अगर है रखना
भले ही, न दो तुम दूसरों को खुशी
मगर उनके दर्द ज़रूर चखना,
क़रीब हो जाओ तुम उनके इतना
कि बन जाओ तुम मरहम, उनके घावों पर
न रूके किसी का दिल धड़कना,
दो तुम उनको इतनी खुशी, इतना प्यार
कि न पड़े उनको दूसरों की हँसी को तकना,
नाचें वो भी ज़िन्दगी के साथ मिला के ताल से ताल
दर्द के तमाचे से नहीं,
हँसते हँसते दर्द करें उनके गाल,
कर के इतना सब तुम
मत जताना कभी किया है कोई एहसान,
कोई बने या न बने
लेकिन तुझको बनना है इंसान,
कोई जाने या न जाने
लेकिन पौंछना किसी ग़ैर के आँसुओं को,
दर्द सह कर, जिसका दिल, बन गया हो शमशान
ये ही तो होती है ज़िन्दगी की जान|

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If I have to explain myself in one word, I would say "Rare" . Only 1% of world's population is ambidextrous and I'm one of them. I can also do mirror writing . I love poetry . My aim is to become a web developer . I have another aim also. Whenever I see cancer patients dying, just because they don't have money for their treatment , then it hurts me . So if money can buy a dying person's life, If money can make a dying person alive, then I want to become richest person of the world.
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