THE LAST PAGE

Have you ever opened an old notebook… flipped to the last few pages… and found a forgotten sketch, a doodle, or a few lines that carried more meaning than the whole book itself?

Most of us have.

Today, I did the same with my last year’s maths practice notebook. It was mine, but hidden in between the numbers and formulas were a few lines—not mine, but hers.

They read:

“Mujhko tera hona bada accha lagta hai,
Tere bina khud ke saath rehne ka bhi man nahi karta,
Bas tere sang hi dil ko sukoon aata hai…”

The moment I read them, I had tears in my eyes. Maybe you won’t understand why… but I felt something so deep that I couldn’t leave it unexpressed.

So, I picked up my pen again after months… and these words poured out to complete what she tried to wrote :

AAJKAL YE JAHAN MUJHKO AACHA SA LAGTA HAI 

SAB ANJANE IS SEHER KE, EK TU BAS APNA LAGTA HAI 

BETH JATI HU UDAS JAB BHI ME 

BAHOON ME BHAR LENA TAB TERA SUKOON LAGTA HAI 

DOSTO SANG BETHE GHUMSUM HO JANA 

MUJHKO TERE BARE SOCHNA ITNA AACHA LAGTA HAI 

MUSKURANA KAI PAL PEHLE KI BAAT YAAD KAR 

MUJHPAR YE PAGALPAN SAWAR AACHA LAGTA HAI

THI ME TANHA PASAND BARSO SE 

TERE SANG AWAARGI KARNA AB JARURI LAGTA HAI

NA PAU SUKOON AB TANHAI ME JARA BHI 

TERE HONE KA EHSAS ITNA AACHA LAGTA HAI 

NA HO RAHI MUSHKIL ISHQ ME KOI 

HUI MOHABBAT JABSE "PREM" TABSE AASAN LAGTA HAI....

                                                                                                                            -  DR. RADHE BHAIYA

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