“𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐄 𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍”

𝐈𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐨 𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐢, 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐉𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐣𝐨 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢. 𝐇𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐤 𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐦 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐣𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐯 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐡 𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐙𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐣𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐟𝐳 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐣𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧.

Koi keh raha hai, meri poetry hai dard se bhari,

Toh koi bol raha hai, yeh zindagi ki kahani purani.

Meri kavita padh ke, sabne apne aansu bahaye,

Kisi ko sach lagi, toh koi bas muskuraaye.

Par main bas yeh kehna chahta hoon,

Ki yeh nazariye ki baat hain,

Jo dekhe, wo hi samajh paaye,

Har dard ki apni ek raah hain.

Zindagi ke har-ek mod par,

hum sab apne gham ko jeete hain,

Kabhi khud ko toh samajh nahi paate,

Magar doosron ko samajh jaate hain.

Har ek lafz mein ek kahani hai chhupi,

Kisi ke liye yeh zinda hai, kisi ke liye jeena majburi.

Lekin jab lagta hai, yeh kisi gham ki baat hai,

Tabhi samajh aata hai, yehi zindagi ka asali saar hain.

Zindagi ki har cheez ka apna alag rang hota hain,

Jo kisi ko khush karta hai, kisi ko dard se bharta hain.

Jise hum jeete hain, wo dikhayi nahi deta hain,

Aur jise hum chhupate, wo sabse gehra hota hain.

Kuch log keh rahe hain, meri kavita ek dhong hain,

Kyunki unhone kabhi dard ko apne dil mein mehsoos nahi kiya hain.

Par jo samajhte hain, unke liye yeh ek gehra safar hain,

Jahan har lafz ka apna ek gham, apni ek kahani hain.

Duniya ko lagta hai, yeh sirf ek dikhawa hain,

Lekin yeh mere dard se bhara ek gehra naata hain.

Yeh kavita meri soch ki, meri rooh ki baat hain,

Jo kisi ke liye ek zakhm, toh kisi ke liye jeene ka irada hain.

Toh bas nazariye ko samjho, yeh zindagi ka ek hissa hain,

Jise kisi ne apnaaya, toh koi bhool baitha hai.

Har lafz mein hai ek dard, ek khushi ki baat,

Jo samajh le, wohi jaan paaye, zindagi ka asli rang, roop aur raaz.

Dard aur khushi ka apna ek alag raasta hain,

Har ek zakhm ek nayi kahani sunata hain.

Likhna ya kehna, bas ek tareeka hai apni rooh ko bhelane ka,

Apne gham ko apnane ka, aur apni dil ki baat sabko batane ka.

“𝐇𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐡 𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐤 𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧,

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐚, 𝐣𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧.”

- ʙʏ ʜᴀʀᴅɪᴋ ᴊᴀɪɴ. ©

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