Sandesh : A hindi poem by Gaurav Madaan

Koshish na kam ho, haar jane k baad,
Rakho judne ki aasha bikhar jaane k baad,
Himmat rakho mujh ‘JAPANI’ ki tarah,
Main jaati hoon School, Toofaan aane k baad………

TSunami ne mujhko gher liya to kya,
Lehron ne mujh pe vaar kiya to kya,
Raakh mere ghar ko bana diya to kya,
Manzil tak pahunchna hi hai mujhko,
Jee uthungi har baar, Mar jaane k baad…………

Suna hai badi taaqat mili hai Hindustan ko,
Waha pathar mein bhi log dhoond lete hain bhagwaan ko
Likh do ye Sandesh, keh do kalam-e-Madaan ko,
K Aashiyaan bana lenge Aasman ko,
Dharti jal jaane k baad…
Lekin fir yahi aayenge ek Zamaane k baad……..

Sandesh : A hindi poem by Gaurav Madaan

Resilience Unleashed: A Journey Beyond Adversity

Introduction

“Koshish na kam ho, haar jane k baad, Rakho judne ki aasha bikhar jaane k baad, Himmat rakho mujh ‘JAPANI’ ki tarah, Main jaati hoon School, Toofaan aane k baad…” These verses, etched in the fabric of determination, narrate a saga of unwavering courage. Let us delve into a tale where storms become stepping stones, and hope defies despair.

Weathering the Storms

Life’s tempests arrive uninvited, like a relentless tsunami crashing against our shores. When the waves engulf us, we cling to hope—the fragile thread that binds us to survival. The storm may leave us battered, but within its fury lies the seed of resilience.

From Ashes to Ascent

Imagine a house reduced to ashes—the remnants of dreams and memories. Yet, from those charred ruins, a phoenix emerges. Our spirit, too, rises from the debris. We gather our courage, dust off despair, and forge ahead. Each setback fuels our determination to reach the distant horizon.

The Unseen Hand

In the chaos, we encounter unseen forces—the divine hand that guides us. Like a sculptor shaping clay, it molds our destiny. We may stumble, but faith whispers, “Jee uthungi har baar, mar jaane k baad…” Life’s trials are but stepping stones toward an unseen yet inevitable purpose.

Hindustan’s Resilience

Across Hindustan’s vast expanse, resilience echoes. In rocky crevices, seekers find God. Their pens—kalam-e-Madaan—inscribe messages of hope. “Likh do ye Sandesh,” they say, “keh do Aasman ko, Dharti jal jaane k baad…” The sky shall become our haven, even if Earth turns to ashes.

The Eternal Cycle

As empires rise and fall, time weaves an eternal tapestry. Zamaane come and go, yet the indomitable spirit endures. We write our stories, inked with faith and courage. For beyond the storms, beyond the flames, lies a truth: “Lekin fir yahi aayenge ek Zamaane k baad…”

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