Vaisakhi

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 Ek vaisakhi woh bhi tha 

Jab khushiyon ki nahi 

Goliyon ki baarish hui thi.

Insaniyat ko marne ke liye 

Bandooke chali thi.

Na Hindu tha koi na Musalman 

Na Sikh na Jain.

Jo sath awaze uthi thi.

Dusmano ke khilaf ussdin 

Bharat ek sath khadi thi.

Sunsaan padha aj woh jagah dekho 

Chupke aasu bahati.

Aj desh k log ek dusre se larr jaate jaate 

Unko yaad koi nahi karte.

~ Suranya

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