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Doston ki Dosti ke Naam...

yeh kaise rishte hote hai...

har pal janat ka ehsaas dene waale..
kahi kisi pal dil thod dene waale...

yeh kaise rishte hote hai...

jisme koi anjan, jaan se bhi bad kar ban jata hai..
jo apne na hote hue bhi, apne ban jata hai...

yeh kaise rishte hote hai...

jo kahi bhi ban jaate hai..
ihne nahi koi bhasha aati hai... nahi inhe koi majhab pata hai...

yeh kaise rishte hote hai...

woh khoon se nahi bandhe hote..
nahi hi kisi riti rivaj se...

dosti kehte hai hum isse..
woh dosti hi hoti hai...


jo pata nahi kabse..
hum karte aa rahe hai...

jisse hume kisine sikhaya nahi..
bus hum karte aur nibhate jaate hai...

woh dosti hi hoti hai...

jisme hum apne saare sukh dukh battein hai..
aur jahan paiso ki koi kimat nahi hoti...

woh dosti hi hoti hai...

jo chup ke se kahi kisi waqt..
hoto pe muskan laati hai...

woh dosti hi hoti hai...

jo iss dil ke karib hoti hai...
aur woh dost hote hai jo uss dil ko dhadakta rakhte hai...

mujhe zinda hone ka ehsaas dete hai...

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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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