Krishna Kumar Toor
ruup ka rasiya sukh ka khoji dil hai vo balak nadan
dar dar ghume bana bhikari mange ḳhushiyon ka daan
jalti bujhti sham.on se puchho raat ke siine ka dard
uḌte pakheru batla.enge suraj ki har muskan
kaun chakhe ye paan ka biiḌa kaun chaḌha.e chilla
nas nas TuuT TuuT rah jaa.e jivan vo kaḌi kaman
us ka jism hai jaise hava men machalte dhaan ki baali
us ki shoḳh kaTili nazren jaise arjun ke baan
kabhi kabhi to phuul ki ḳhushbu bhi kar deti hai zukam
kabhi kabhi to sharab bhi hoti hai jivan ka vardan
mol-tol kab karte hain bhala dil si shai ke gahak
mahngi bike ya sasti uTThe hain donon ek saman
ham se bhi kuchh kah lo sun lo ai jaane vaali raato
ham bhi to hain is duniya men do ghaḌiyon ke mehman
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