Mann ki awaaj, Ram naam ki aas..

likhne to geet jab me shabd chunta hu,
aankho hi aankho me khwab bunta hu,
kho jane ko dil chahta hai gumnam duniya me,
bas apne hi mann ki awaaj sunta hu..

yaado me raam naam basa hai meri,
baato me vairaag ki jhalak dikhti hai,
kisi ne pucha kiske khyalo me ho?
mene kaha wohi, jiski karuna barasti hai..

manav janam diya mujhe bjagwan ne,
ek mauka diya hai unke pas jane ka,
karm kar kar unhe samarpit karna hai,
chinta kyu, or kyu darr jamane ka..

hare Krishna ka jaap karta hu,
har subha, har sham karta hu,
path pradarshit ho ya ghor andhera hu,
bas manzil tu hi ho, ye fariyad karta hu..

Hare Krishna ! Hare Ram !

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