Ismail Merathi
do tiin chhote bachche chidiya ke ghonsle men
chup-chap lag rahe hain siine se apni maan ke
chidiya ne mamta se phaila ke donon baazu
apne paron ke andar bachchon ko dhak liya hai
is tarah roz-marra karti hai maan hifazat
sardi se aur hava se rakhti hai garm un ko
lekin chida gaya hai chugga talash karne
daana kahin kahin se puute men apne bhar kar
jab laega to bachche munh khol denge jhat-pat
un ko bharaega vo maan aur baap donon
bachchon ki parvarish men masruf hain barabar
aur chhote bachche khush hain taklif kuchh nahin hai
ai chhote chhote bachcho tum unche ghonsle se
hargiz nahin giroge par aur purze ab tak
nikle nahin tumhare, is vaste abhi tum
unche na ud sakoge, haan jab tumhare baazu
aur par durust honge to din ki raushni men
sikhoge tum bhi udna karte phiroge chen-chen
udte phiroge phur-phur ai chhote bachcho lekin
kavva buri bala hai us se khuda bachae
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