haree bichhalee ghaas.
dolatee kalagee chharahare baajare kee.
agar main tum ko lalaatee saanjh ke nabh kee akelee taarika
ab nahin kahata,
ya sharad ke bhor kee neehaar-nhaayee kunee,
tatakee kalee champe kee, vagairah, to
nahin kaaran ki mera hrday uthala ya soona hai
ya ki mera pyaar maila hai.
balki keval yahee : ye upamaan maile ho gaye hain.
devata in prateekon ke kar gaye hain kooch.
kabhee baasan adhik ghisane se mulamma chhoot jaata hai.
magar kya tum nahin pahachaan paogee :
tumhaare roop ke – tum ho, nikat ho, isee jaadoo ke –
nijee kisee sahaj, gahare bodh se, kis pyaar se main kah raha hoon –
agar main yah kahoon –
bichhalee ghaas ho
tum lahalahaatee hava mein kalagee chharahare baajare kee?
aaj ham shaharaatiyon ko
paalatoo maalanch par sanvaree juhee ke phool se
srshti ke vistaar ka – aishvary ka – audaary ka-
kaheen sachcha, kaheen pyaara ek prateek
bichhalee ghaas hai,
ya sharad kee saanjh ke soone gagan kee peethika par dolatee kalagee akelee
baajare kee.
aur sachamuch, inhen jab-jab dekhata hoon
yah khula veeraan sansrti ka ghana ho simat aata hai –
aur main ekaant hota hoon samarpit
shabd jaadoo hain –
magar kya samarpan kuchh nahin hai?