Jab dharti ki aankhein
kshitij ke par
sans leti hai...
aur dabe panv
khamosh parinde
andhere ke chhote chhote tukde
aakash ki surakhon se
girate hain…
aaah….
ek arsa hua
andhere ko piye hue
ek arsa hua
apni nason mein
andhere ko meshsus kiya…
ek khawish ki
mere jism ka por por
andhera ho jaye bus…
kahmoshi yahin se sans le
chand isi pe geet likhe
aur uski julfon mein
main bus jaoon….
sharir ki simayon se pare
udan hoon main…
andhera hoon main….
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