Don’t play with me just like a doll, Dolls often break on mishandling. Don’t cick me like a piece of stone, Many wish to have it in their rings. Don’t unsettle me just like the dust, Dust may make your eyes to weep. -D.K Chauhan Baaghi
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‘Happy New Year’ to my loving friends and dear foes…
Just 4 lines 4 Mothers….
When I look back, I see a crowd of memories. And it often seems, My Mother is still leading. D.K Chauhan Baaghi
Am I Right?
Birth is painful Death gives peace, During birth baby cries After death people sleep.
My Grave often laughs…..
My grave often laughs at me, Whenever my skeleton cracks to peep you.
Something is lost …
Uff ! I Do not know what I have lost? But my eyes often search her in crowd. -D.K Chauhan ‘Baaghi’
Drops of Tears…
These drops of tears, fill the ocean of your happinesses. I will let them pour down, until my eyes get closed for ever. -D.K Chauhan ‘Baaghi’
Love is life and Hate is death…
‘Love’ is life and ‘Hate’ is death, ‘Kindness is ornaments and Humanity is dress. We are performers, everyone has to act, On this world’s crowded stage. -D.K Chauhan ‘Baaghi’
Don’t live to die, Die to live….
Don’t remove the stones from the way, They hit me to remind that I am moving. Don’t pick up the thornes from the path, They pinch me to remind that I am alive. Tell the night to put its palm on my eyes, So that I may sleep to dreams for the light. -D. KContinue reading “Don’t live to die, Die to live….”
My facial wrinkles and foot ulcers, Tell everything about my struggles.