Ye Nayan...

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"Prakriti ke saundrya ka aabhas karate ye Nayan,
Srishti ke swaroop par utsukta jatate ye Nayan 
Ur ki pratyek bhavna ko vyakt karte hain Nayan 
Apne isi vashishtya se maun waqta kahate hain Nayan..

" I've a very sweet memory with these four lines. I wrote them in my essay for "Eye donation" and the CM of Jharkhand (Babulal marandi that time) and authorities of "Bihar Eye Bank" trust were so impressed that they called me up and asked me to read the poem and whole essay in front of everyone :) I was thrilled because it was very sudden and unexpected. 

  "shabd jab na kah payein aapke dil ki baat Annkhe kholti hain dil ke raaz." - Rimjhim

  Let your eyes keep revealing mysteries of heart after you for someone- donate eyes 

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