nayaa saal

Raat kee uDtee huee raakh se bojhal hai naseem Yuun asaa Tek ke chaltee hai ki rahm aataa hai Saans letee hai darakhton kaa sahaaraa le kar Aur jab us ke libaade se lipaT kar koi Patta girtaa hai to patthar saa luDhak jaataa hai Shaakhen haathon men liye kitnee adhooree kaliyaan Maangtee hain faqat ik narm see jumbish kee duaa Aisaa chup-chaap hai sanvlaa.ee huee sub.h men shahr Jaise maabad kisee murjhaa.e hue maz.hab kaa Sar pe apnee hee shikaston ko uThaa.e hue log Ik doraahe pe girohon men khaDe hain tanhaa Yak-ba-yak faasle taanbe kee tarah bajne lage Qadam uThte hain to zarre bhee sadaa dene lage Dard ke pairhan-e-chaak se jhaanko to zaraa Murda suraj pe laTakte hue maile baadal Kisee toofaan kee aamad kaa pataa dete hain! Raat ki uDti hui rakh se bojhal hai nasim Yun asa Tek ke chalti hai ki rahm aata hai Sans leti hai daraKHton ka sahaara le kar Aur jab us ke libaade se lipaT kar koi Patta girta hai to patthar sa luDhak jata hai ShaKHen hathon mein liye kitni adhuri kaliyan Mangti hain faqat ek narm si jumbish ki dua Aisa chup-chap hai sanwlai hui subh mein shahr Jaise mabad kisi murjhae hue mazhab ka Sar pe apni hi shikaston ko uThae hue log Ek dorahe pe girohon mein khaDe hain tanha Yak-ba-yak fasle tanbe ki tarah bajne lage Qadam uThte hain to zarre bhi sada dene lage Dard ke pairhan-e-chaak se jhanko to zara Murda suraj pe laTakte hue maile baadal Kisi tufan ki aamad ka pata dete hain!