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Mere Zakhmon Ko Tum Hara Rakhna

 Mere Zakhmon Ko Tum Hara Rakhna ( मेरे ज़ख्मों को तुम हरा रखना) - Keep My Wounds Fresh 'Mere Zakhmon Ko Tum Hara Rakhna' is my comeback poem on the blog. It is almost  after a year that I am updating my blog. This Hindi poem tells the helplessness of a common man in India. Facing problems from all corners of life he is frustrated in saying that he is in such a position where he neither die nor live peacefully and with dignity. He/She is feeling like caged bird who is not allowed to even die in spite living in such pathetic condition. For more explanation Read Here.  मेरे ज़ख्मों को तुम हरा रखना, समंदर दर्द का सदा भरा रखना।  कोई आइना मुझे हस्ते हुए न देख ले, ऐसे कमरे में बंद मुझे तनहा रखना।   Mere Zakhmon Ko Tum Bhara Rakhna,  Samandar Dard Ka Bhara Rakhna.  Koi Aaina Mujhe Haste Hue Na Dekh Le, Aise Kamre Mein Band Mujhe Tanha Rakhna. कभी बेड़ियों से जो आज़ाद दिखूं, कतरने को पर पास उस्तरा रखना।  Kabhi Bediyon Se Jo Azad Dikhun, Katarne Ko Par Pass Ustara Rakhna. दरिया में गिरकर कह
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