well..u may not like this as it is senseless and rhymeless.
its more of a prose
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Ek bhola sa khargosh tha
rehta tha ek jungle mein..
Apni dhun mein mat rehta tha wo.
Na thay koi armaan,na koi mazilein!
Wo masti mein ghooma karta tha
sharartein bhi khoob karta tha.
Na duniya ki fikar thi usey
na kisi se bhala-bura kuchh kehta tha.
Ek din wo ani maa ke saath ghoom raha tha
nadi ke kinarey naram-naram ghaas kha raha tha.
Dhalte hue sooraj ko nihaarte hue
kudrat ki khoobsurti ka mazaa le raha tha!
ACHANAK, jhaadiyon se ek sher nikla
aur uske upar jhapat pada.
Par,beech mein uski maa thi
aur khargosh kisi tarah bach gaya.
Jaan bacha kar khargosh wahan se bhaaga.
Bas apni maa ki cheekh sun paya.
Daudte-daudte wo jungle mein kho gaya
aue chhaane laga andhere ka saaya!
Saamne kuch dikhai na padta tha
Koi raasta jaana-pehchana na tha.
Peeche khoon-khaar awazein thi
khargosh ko kuch bhi samajh na aata tha.
Kuch der pehle ka khoobsoorat nazara
ab darawana andhera ban chuka tha.
Peeche se ayi panjon ki awaaz
shayad sher ab kareeb aa chuka tha.
Achanak andhere ko cheerte hue
sher us par jhapat pada,
Apne daanton ko khargosh mein gaad kar..
uske maans ko usne cheer diya!
jungle ka yah kaanoon hai
bada chhote ko maarta hai..
rishtey-naaton ki keemat nahi
bas bhookh ka raag alaapa jaata hai!!
shayad yahi duniya hai
jahan har koi chhota hai
kabhi bhi koi bada aata hai
aur humein maar jaata hai!!!
its more of a prose
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Ek bhola sa khargosh tha
rehta tha ek jungle mein..
Apni dhun mein mat rehta tha wo.
Na thay koi armaan,na koi mazilein!
Wo masti mein ghooma karta tha
sharartein bhi khoob karta tha.
Na duniya ki fikar thi usey
na kisi se bhala-bura kuchh kehta tha.
Ek din wo ani maa ke saath ghoom raha tha
nadi ke kinarey naram-naram ghaas kha raha tha.
Dhalte hue sooraj ko nihaarte hue
kudrat ki khoobsurti ka mazaa le raha tha!
ACHANAK, jhaadiyon se ek sher nikla
aur uske upar jhapat pada.
Par,beech mein uski maa thi
aur khargosh kisi tarah bach gaya.
Jaan bacha kar khargosh wahan se bhaaga.
Bas apni maa ki cheekh sun paya.
Daudte-daudte wo jungle mein kho gaya
aue chhaane laga andhere ka saaya!
Saamne kuch dikhai na padta tha
Koi raasta jaana-pehchana na tha.
Peeche khoon-khaar awazein thi
khargosh ko kuch bhi samajh na aata tha.
Kuch der pehle ka khoobsoorat nazara
ab darawana andhera ban chuka tha.
Peeche se ayi panjon ki awaaz
shayad sher ab kareeb aa chuka tha.
Achanak andhere ko cheerte hue
sher us par jhapat pada,
Apne daanton ko khargosh mein gaad kar..
uske maans ko usne cheer diya!
jungle ka yah kaanoon hai
bada chhote ko maarta hai..
rishtey-naaton ki keemat nahi
bas bhookh ka raag alaapa jaata hai!!
shayad yahi duniya hai
jahan har koi chhota hai
kabhi bhi koi bada aata hai
aur humein maar jaata hai!!!
4 comments:
it's a prose more than a poetry!!
nice and authentic thoughts..
but dear dn't be more depressed...
well..sweetie...
its nt depressed..try readin other ones..i guess they are different..!!
thanx anyways...
hmmm.. its good yar.. real, vry real..
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