All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Monday, April 19, 2010
jhalak
ना चूड़ियों की खनक पे , ना पायल की झनक पे ,
ना आफताब की रौशनी पे , ना फूलों की महक पे ,
बन्दा मरता है तो बस आपकी एक झलक पे , आपकी एक झलक पे .
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