AANSU

wo palko ke kinare se chupke se nikal aata hai

na awaaz karta hai na hi shor machata hai

kuch hissa toote hue khwabo ke bojh ka nigaho par se le kar

badi masumiyat se takiye mein sama jaata hai

ye aur baat hai ki neend tab bhi nahi aati

ye aur baat hai ki khwab tab bhi sataate hain

magar tasalli hoti hai ye dekh kar fir bhi

ke koi to mere khatir meri janib kadam uthata hai

ye aur baat hai ki dard tab bhi nahi mit-ta

ye aur baat hai ki saans tab bhi bojhal hai

magar sukun hai kahin itna to dil ke kisi kone mein

ke meri neend ke intezar mein wo bhi shab bitata hai

ye aur baat hai ki wo gumsum bada rehta hai

ye aur baat hai ki wo bin bulaye aata hai

magar meri baat ko apni si samajh kar sanjota hai

isliye saver hone se pehle chupke se sada sookh jata hai

bada azeez hai mujhe mera wo nadaan sa aansu

jo bhi ho badi shiddat se apna farz nibhata hai.

PRASHANT RANA