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awarapan

yo jindagi kasto chha
sochnai sakina maile tara
yo jindagi bachna
kehi ta garnu parchha
tara ma yestai pare
yettika barsama k nai gare
ra? inaarko fed baata gahiraima jhare
ko manchhe hu ma,
eklopanko saagar tare
ko manchhe hu ma
tara shadba khelaunu bahek kehi garna sakina
kehi garna sakdina
din ra raat ek jasta bhayeka chhan
yo bojh haru jun mero kaadhma raheka chhan
yo awarapan ko bojh haru hatai
kehi garnu chha
tara bigat ka dinle satai
rakheka chhan
yi bigat ka din haru lai angali
naya baato sangali
agadhi badhnu chha
yo awara manchhe lai kakshya diyeko chha
mero kasam chha euta
aru kasailai yo baato hidera haar
manne dine chhuina ma
#promise
#pinch_of_hope
-yakaa: jujaa:

(i am an aimless man. the only dream i have is to fulfill the dream of someone else.  those two that i have hashtag-ed gave me inspiration. those two gave me a new reason to fight and although one is nothing but just a damaged memory another one is still here with me....the one who gives me strength, ;) )

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