hriday chhota ho,
to shok vahaan nahian samaega.
aur dard dastak diye bina
daravaze se laut jaega.
tis use uthati hai,
jisaka bhagy khulata hai.
vedana god mean uthakar
sabako nihal nahian karati,
jisaka puny prabal hota hai,
vah apane asuoan se dhulata hai.
tum to nadi ki dhara ke sath
dau d rahe ho.
us sukh ko kaise samajhoge,
jo hamean nadi ko dekhakar milata hai.
aur vah phool
tumhean kaise dikhaee dega,
jo hamari jhilamil
aandhiyali mean khilata hai?
ham tumhare liye mahal banate haian
tum hamari kutiya ko
dekhakar jalate ho.
yugoan se hamara tumhara
yahi sanbandh raha hai.
ham raste mean phool bichhate haian
tum unhean masalate hue chalate ho.
duniya mean chahe jo bhi nijam ae,
tum pani ki badh mean se
sukhoan ko chhan loge.
chahe hitalar hi
asan par kyoan n baith jae,
tum use apana aradhy
man loge.
magar ham?
tum ji rahe ho,
ham jine ki ichchha ko tol rahe haian.
ayu tezise bhagi jati hai
aur ham aandhere mean
jivan ka arth tatol rahe haian.
asal mean ham kavi nahian,
shok ki santan haian.
ham git nahian banate,
panktiyoan mean vedana ke
shishuoan ko janate haian.
jharane ka kalakal,
pattoan ka marmar
aur phooloan ki gupachup avaz,
ye garib ki ah se banate haian.
