Monday, 19 November 2018

Piku !

Subah ki dhoop pe isi ki dastakhat hai,
Isi ki raoshni udi jo har taraf hai,
Ye lamhon ke kuwen mein roz jhaankti hai,
Ye jaake waqt se hisaab maangti hai,
Ye paani hai ye aag hai,
Ye khud leekhee qitaab hai,
Pyar ki khurak si hai Piku!

Panna, saanson ka paltey,
Aur likkhe unpe mann ki baat re,
Lena, isko kya kis se,
Isko toh bhaaye khud ka saath re,
Baarish ki boond jaisi,
Sardi ke dhundh jaisi,
kaisi paheli iskaa hal na mile.


Kabhi ye aasmaan utaarti hai neeche,
Kabhi ye bhaage aise badalon ke peechhe,
Ise har dard ghoant jaane ka nashaa hai,
Karo jo aaye ji mein iskaa falsafaa hai
Ye paani hai ye aag hai,
Ye khud leekhee qitaab hai,
Pyar ki khurak si hai Piku!


Mode raahon ke chehre,
Isko jaaana hota jis ore hai,
Aise sargam sunaaye,
Khud iske sur hain iske raag re.
Roothe toh mirchi jaisi,
Hansde de toh cheeni jaisi,
kaisi paheli iskaa hal na mile.


Subah ki dhoop pe isi ki dastakhat hai,

Isi ki raoshni udi jo har taraf hai,
Ye lamhon ke kuwen mein roz jhaankti hai,
Ye jaake waqt se hisaab maangti hai,
Ye paani hai ye aag hai,
Ye khud leekhee qitaab hai,
Pyar ki khurak si hai Piku !

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