darshika-wasani

Budhape Ki Choti

umr aur raste katte chale gae

abhi abhi sansen sambhali thi

na jaane kab hausle bhi sambhalte chale gae

shuruati ye raste sidhe-saral saaf hua karte the

unchai pe badhte hi pathrile hue kanton se grast

haan kabhi koi jharna mil jaata tha

ped bhi chhanv le kar meri madad ko aate the

vo jharne vo chhanv magar saath na chal paate the

vaqt tha jo saath chala mere

ek rose vo bhi chala gaya tajarbe ki peti de kar

ab use bhi uthae chalna hai sambhale rakhna hai

sanson ki tarah hauslon ki tarah

raste men milega vo phir se

aur mangega mujh se us peti men se kuchh

ya de jaega do chaar aur bhi uthane ko

vaqt milta gaya mod aate gae kuchh log bhi

bojh kam hota phir badh bhi jaata

rasto men bhatak bhi jaata kahin kahin

bojh bhari hua tha thaki ankhon ka bhi ek bojh tha

budhape ki choti ab abhi milon duur thi

par vahan shayad sukun hoga

kahin pahunch jaane ki rahat hogi

chand ki thanDak mere qarib hogi

us choti pe pahunch kar

thake hue pairon ko kinare rakh dunga

kyunki vahan se aage ab kuchh na hoga chalne ko

aankh mundne ki mujhe ab ijazat hogi

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