MAIN HOON kisi aur ki,
hoon kisi aur ke saath..

In nigahon ne dekhe,
khwaab kisi aur ke,
pura kare koi aur….

Ankhein roye kisi aur ke liye,
aanshu poche koi aur…

Dastan hai kisi aur ki,
kirdar nibhaye koi aur….

Pyar kiya kisi aur se,
saath nibhaye koi aur..

Zimmedari hun kisi aur ki,
zimmedar hai koi aur….


Main hoon kisi aur ki,
hoon kisi aur ke saath…..


29 thoughts on “MAIN HOON

  1. smashingniks says:

    Really impressesd by 1st blog!waiting for more from you!keep going girl!

  2. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwesome ! ! !

  3. Is it your first poem? Quite impressive and thought provoking. Writing a poem is like watching your own consciousness. You can understand yourself better in doing so. Wish you all the best.. keep writing. Blessings and love for you.

  4. Are you too much busy to write anything? We are waiting for your new sharings. Blessings.

  5. Pooja Yadav says:

    Next post within 3 days…

    • Have you read this poem?
      This is so beautiful. Please read this one.

      I cannot go to school today”
      Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
      “I have the measles and the mumps,
      A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

      My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
      I’m going blind in my right eye.
      My tonsils are as big as rocks,
      I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.

      And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
      And don’t you think my face looks green?
      My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
      It might be the instamatic flu.

      I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
      I’m sure that my left leg is broke.
      My hip hurts when I move my chin,
      My belly button’s caving in.

      My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
      My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
      My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

      I have a sliver in my thumb.

      My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
      I hardly whisper when I speak.
      My tongue is filling up my mouth,

      I think my hair is falling out.

      My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
      My temperature is one-o-eight.
      My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

      There’s a hole inside my ear.

      I have a hangnail, and my heart is …
      What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
      You say today is ………….. Saturday?

      G’bye, I’m going out to play!

  6. Read this too

    My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I’m told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but its silver when its wet, and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

    by the same poet

  7. and this too

    I asked the Zebra,
    are you black with white stripes?
    Or white with black stripes?
    And the zebra asked me,
    Are you good with bad habits?
    Or are you bad with good habits?
    Are you noisy with quiet times?
    Or are you quiet with noisy times?
    Are you happy with some sad days?
    Or are you sad with some happy days?
    Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
    Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
    And on and on and on and on and on and on he went.
    I’ll never ask a zebra about stripes…again.

    Hahaha…. you will love this poem 🙂 great

  8. Yes please tell me… how can I help you…??

  9. I did not receive your email. May you please send it again.

  10. Pooja.Wagh says:

    the last 2 lines of your poem r nt goin along….. it should be “Me hoon kisi aur ki,par muzhe chahein koi aur!”

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