Calendar

dhyan ki divaron se

gae dinon ki yaden kaise utarun

is calendar men jitni tasviren hain

sab mujh ko jaan se pyari hain

is men pahli tasvir jo hai

ye mera sahma sahma ḳhauf-zada bachpan

jis ke pas-manzar men jivan

sauteli maaon jaisi saffaki se mujh ko takta hai

mahrumi mere gaal masal kar

roti ka tukda deti hai

aur bhuuk tahoka deti hai

is men duuji tasvir jo hai

ye sabz ladakpan ki dahliz pe

nange paanv

phate libade

ḳhvabon ki ujli pariyon ki sangat men

ik bachchi daudi jaati hai

ik ḳhvahish udti jaati hai

rangin ghubaron ki surat

jo hathon se chhut jaate hain

us men agli tasvir jo hai

ye bhor samay ki duuri par

ik basti ki

jis basti men

ik angan hai

jis angan men

ik phuul sada se khila hua

ik aag musalsal raushan hai

vo aag

ki jis ko hijr ki andhi raten bhi kajla na sakin

vo phuul

ki jis ko dukh ki garm havaen bhi kumhla na sakin

in tasviron men zinda hai

in tasviron men raushan hai

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