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Garmi ki dopehri me,
Us purane makan ke chhote se kamre ke andar,
Shayad bahut andar,
Din ke do baje hain...
Ek toot ti si khidki hai,
Jis se kabhi haseen nazare dikhte the,
Barish ka mausam bhi hota tha,
Aur kaghaz ki kishtiyan bhi hoti thi,
Wahin paas wale parchoon ki dukan ke saamne se,
Ek pagdandi si nikalti hai,
Door pagdandi ke mod pe,
Ek jugnu ka ped bhi hai,
Jab bhi kabhi aandhi aati,
Us ped ke saakh is qadar ek doosre se lipat jate,
Goya ishq me mubtala hoon...
Ped ki chhao me,
Mohalle ke kuch bachche,
Gilli danda khelte,
Un ke beech aksar taqraar hua karti,
Shaam ke waqt beshumaar shor hota,
Haat se wapis aane wale musafiron ke cycle ki ghanti,
Bachcho ki bewajah kilkariyan,
Ek fakeer jo zor zor se chilla kar gata,
Kabootaron ki gutur goon,
Teetar bateir aur hudhud,
Mano sargam ke saaton sur chhed rahe hoon...
Aaj udhar dekhte hi nirasha hoti hai,
Jugnu ka ped ab sabz na raha,
Khada hai,
Adiyal sa,
Us ped ke khushk shaakhon ke beech se,
Ab electricity ki wires guzarti hain,
Jis pe aksar kauve baithte hain,
Kabhi kabhi ek giddh bhi aata hai,
Khamosh hi rehta hai,
Neeche pagdandi par taktaki lagaye,
Jane kya dekhta rehta hai,
Ab zyada musafir bhi nahin aate jaate idhar se,
Bas wohi fakeer dikhta hai,
Jane kya badbadata rehta hai,
Jaise is khamoshi is khalipan ko kos raha ho...
Kya tha bachpan,
Chand safed panne hi to the,
Jin me tedi meri kuch lakeerein kheench dali,
Do char rang,
Hara neela surkh syaah,
Youn hi jaldbazi mein idhar udhar bikhed dale,
Jo aaj rang birangi yaadein ban gayi hain,
Lekin,
Aaj anginat panne hain,
Jo har subah youn hi mil ja rahe hai,
Wo sab Korey kyon hain...
A tribute to all the great poets of India.
Us purane makan ke chhote se kamre ke andar,
Shayad bahut andar,
Din ke do baje hain...
Ek toot ti si khidki hai,
Jis se kabhi haseen nazare dikhte the,
Barish ka mausam bhi hota tha,
Aur kaghaz ki kishtiyan bhi hoti thi,
Wahin paas wale parchoon ki dukan ke saamne se,
Ek pagdandi si nikalti hai,
Door pagdandi ke mod pe,
Ek jugnu ka ped bhi hai,
Jab bhi kabhi aandhi aati,
Us ped ke saakh is qadar ek doosre se lipat jate,
Goya ishq me mubtala hoon...
Ped ki chhao me,
Mohalle ke kuch bachche,
Gilli danda khelte,
Un ke beech aksar taqraar hua karti,
Shaam ke waqt beshumaar shor hota,
Haat se wapis aane wale musafiron ke cycle ki ghanti,
Bachcho ki bewajah kilkariyan,
Ek fakeer jo zor zor se chilla kar gata,
Kabootaron ki gutur goon,
Teetar bateir aur hudhud,
Mano sargam ke saaton sur chhed rahe hoon...
Aaj udhar dekhte hi nirasha hoti hai,
Jugnu ka ped ab sabz na raha,
Khada hai,
Adiyal sa,
Us ped ke khushk shaakhon ke beech se,
Ab electricity ki wires guzarti hain,
Jis pe aksar kauve baithte hain,
Kabhi kabhi ek giddh bhi aata hai,
Khamosh hi rehta hai,
Neeche pagdandi par taktaki lagaye,
Jane kya dekhta rehta hai,
Ab zyada musafir bhi nahin aate jaate idhar se,
Bas wohi fakeer dikhta hai,
Jane kya badbadata rehta hai,
Jaise is khamoshi is khalipan ko kos raha ho...
Kya tha bachpan,
Chand safed panne hi to the,
Jin me tedi meri kuch lakeerein kheench dali,
Do char rang,
Hara neela surkh syaah,
Youn hi jaldbazi mein idhar udhar bikhed dale,
Jo aaj rang birangi yaadein ban gayi hain,
Lekin,
Aaj anginat panne hain,
Jo har subah youn hi mil ja rahe hai,
Wo sab Korey kyon hain...
A tribute to all the great poets of India.
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