Beshak mai abhi apni manjil tk nahi pahuchi..
Beshak mai aj bhi raston par hu chal rahi..
Beshak aa jati hai in ankho me nami..
Beshak tapti dhup me jalte hai pair bhi..
Beshak toofano ka samna krna padta hai har kabhi..
Beshak in raston me bhi hai raste kai..
Beshak do pal rukne ka man krta hai kabhi kahin..
Beshak khud pe sandesh bhi hota hai kisi ghadi..
Beshak dhundhali ho jati hai manjile bhi..
Par mujhe fir bhi hai yakin..
Ki pahuch jaungi manjilo tk bhi..
Kyuki mai kamse kam ruki to nahi..Aj bhale he chal rahi hu mai raston me..
Par unse to aage he hu..
Jo abhi ghar se nikale bhi nahi..-RASHMI CHOURASIA
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DARD...The Pain Of My Heart.
PoetryThis book is a collection of my poetry. Poems that are not just few words with rhyming.. but they are feelings engraved in pain and emotions. They are not just words but my life.