सऎय ŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤ž ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽ
सऎय ŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤ž ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽ, धŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽ-धŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽ ऎŕĽŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤°ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽ,
ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕĽ लŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽ एनŕ¤ŕ¤° ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤˛ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽ, ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕĽ ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕ¤¸ŕĽ एन एच ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽŕĽ¤
ŕ¤ŕ¤Ź पचल༠सञŕ¤ŕ¤¸ धरञ पर ŕ¤ŕ¤¤ŕ¤°ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽ,
ऎञठŕ¤ŕĽ ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤Ś ऎŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕ¤ एŕĽŕ¤°ŕ¤šŕĽŕ¤Žŕ¤žŕ¤ŕ¤Ą ठचरत༠चŕĽŕĽ¤
ननŕĽŕ¤šŕĽ ŕ¤ŕ¤Śŕ¤Ž ŕ¤ŕ¤Ź ŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤¨ŕ¤ž सŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽŕ¤,
सऎय पŕĽŕ¤ŕĽ स༠चŕ¤ŕ¤¸ŕ¤ŕ¤° ऌŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽ, ŕ¤ŕ¤° ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕĽ एढट ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽŕĽ¤
ŕ¤ŕ¤żŕ¤śŕĽŕ¤° सपनŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕĽ ऌŕĽŕ¤Şŕ¤šŕ¤°ŕĽ ŕ¤ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽ,
ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ ऎŕĽŕ¤ रŕ¤ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤¨ ŕ¤ŕ¤ŽŕĽŕ¤ŽŕĽŕ¤ŚŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽŕĽ¤
पचलञ पŕĽŕ¤Żŕ¤žŕ¤°, पचल༠चञर, पचल༠ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤¤,
चर धथटŕ¤ŕ¤¨ ऎŕĽŕ¤ सऎय ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ एŕĽŕ¤ ए༠ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽŕĽ¤
यŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤žŕ¤ľŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤Ľŕ¤ž ŕ¤ŕĽ चाञŕ¤ŕ¤ तŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤ź ŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽŕ¤,
चञ़ŕĽŕ¤ ऎŕĽŕ¤ सपनŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕĽ पतŕ¤ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ ऎŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽŕ¤ŕĽ¤
ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤Ž, सŕ¤ŕ¤ŕ¤°ŕĽŕ¤ˇ, सऍलतञ, परिजŕĽŕ¤°ŕ¤Ž ŕ¤ŕĽ रञच,
चर सञŕ¤ŕ¤¸ ऎŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤¨ ŕ¤ŕ¤ž ŕ¤
रŕĽŕ¤Ľ एऌल ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽŕĽ¤
ऍिर ŕ¤ŕ¤ ऌिन ŕ¤ŕ¤ŕ¤¨ŕĽ ऎŕĽŕ¤ सऍटŕĽŕ¤ŚŕĽ ŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽ,
ऎŕĽŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¨ŕĽŕ¤ ऎŕĽŕ¤ पŕĽŕ¤°ŕ¤žŕ¤¨ŕĽ यञऌŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕ¤Žŕ¤ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽŕ¤ŕĽ¤
एŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕĽ चŕ¤ŕ¤¸ŕĽ ऎŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤
पन༠ŕ¤ŕ¤ľŕ¤žŕ¤¨ŕĽ ढŕĽŕ¤ŕ¤˘ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽŕ¤,
सऎय ाचŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕ¤Ąŕ¤źŕ¤ž ऎŕĽŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤°ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž, ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕ¤šŕĽ एिनञ ŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤ž ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽŕĽ¤
जञऎ ढलत༠चŕĽ, सञŕ¤ŕ¤¸ŕĽŕ¤ जञŕ¤ŕ¤¤ चŕĽŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽŕ¤,
ऌŕĽŕ¤° ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ˇŕ¤żŕ¤¤ŕ¤żŕ¤ पर यञऌŕĽŕ¤ ŕ¤ŕĽ परŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤ŕ¤Żŕ¤žŕ¤ सŕĽŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽŕ¤ŕĽ¤
ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤¨ ŕ¤ŕĽ ŕ¤ŕ¤šŕ¤žŕ¤¨ŕĽ ŕ¤
धŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽ स༠लŕ¤ŕ¤¤ŕĽ चŕĽ,
पर सऎय â ा༠त༠सऌञ पŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽ ŕ¤ŕ¤šŕ¤žŕ¤¨ŕĽ सŕĽŕ¤¨ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽŕĽ¤
ŕ¤
ŕ¤ŕ¤¤ ऎŕĽŕ¤ एस ŕ¤ŕ¤ सनŕĽŕ¤¨ŕ¤žŕ¤ŕ¤ž रच ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽ,
पर सऎय ऍिर ŕ¤ŕĽ एचतञ ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽŕĽ¤
ŕ¤ŕ¤¨ŕĽŕ¤Ž स༠ऎŕĽŕ¤¤ŕĽŕ¤ŻŕĽ तठचर पल ŕ¤ŕĽ थŕĽŕ¤° ऎŕĽŕ¤,
ŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤ľŕ¤¨ ŕ¤ŕĽ एञŕ¤ŕ¤§ŕ¤ŕ¤° â एस ŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤ž ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽŕĽ¤
â¨
â सऎय ŕ¤ŕ¤˛ŕ¤ž ŕ¤ŕ¤žŕ¤¤ŕ¤ž चŕĽ
Time passes by, softly it smiles,
At times it sings a lullaby, at times it flows as tears awhile.
When the first breath touches the earthâs air,
A universe pauses in a motherâs care.
Tiny feet take their trembling start,
Time smiles behind them, and moves apart.
Then come the afternoons of youthâs bright years,
Eyes full of colors, hopes, and fears.
The first love, the first loss, the first proud fightâ
Time plants its seeds in every heartbeatâs light.
The winds of youth blow wild and fast,
Dreams in our hands, shadows we cast.
Work and struggle, victory and pain,
Each breath changes lifeâs refrain.
Then one day, the mirror shows silver strands,
Laughter recalls forgotten lands.
We find our youth in our childrenâs play,
Time stands nearby, smiles â and walks away.
The dusk descends, the breaths grow still,
Shadows of memories rest on the hill.
Lifeâs story feels half untold,
Yet time narrates it â calm and bold.
In the end, silence alone remains,
Yet time keeps flowing through joy and pains.
From birth to death, each fragile chord,
Time ties us â and moves onward.