Darshika Wasani
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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