Sog

Shiv Kumar Batalvi

Roz main taara taara gin ke Raat bitaunda haan Roz main tere sir ton sooraj Waar ke aaunda haan Jad rohiyan vich panchi tarrke Waak koi lenda he Main aapne sang sutta apna Geet jagaunda haan Fir jad menu sooraj ghar de Morr te milda he Nadiye roz nahavan Ohde naal main janda haan Main te sooraj jadon naha ke Ghar nu murrde haan Main sooraj lai vehrre nimm da Peerrha dhahnda haan Main te sooraj beth ke jad fir Gallan karde haan Main sooraj nu teri chaan di Gal sunaunda haan Chaan di gal sunaunda jad main Kamban lagda haan Main sooraj de gore gal vich Bahvan paunda haan Fir jad sooraj mere ghar di Kandh utarda he Main apne hi parchaven ton dar dar janda haan Main te sooraj ghar de murr Pichvarre jaand haan Main ohnu apne ghar di Moi dhup vikhaunda haan Jad sooraj meri moi dhup lai Akhiyan bharda he Main sooraj nu gal vich le ke Chup karaunda haan Main te sooraj fer chup chupeete Turde jaande haan Roz main ohnu pind di jooh tak Tor ke aunda haan Roz udasa sooraj nadiye Dub ke marda haan Te main roz mare hoye din da Sog manaunda haan

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