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aankadon kee beemaree – a poem by Kunwar Narayan

ek baar mujhe aankadon kee ultiyaan hone lageen
ginate ginate jab sankhya
karodon ko paar karane lagee
main behosh ho gaya

hosh aaya to main aspataal mein tha
khoon chadhaaya ja raha tha
oxygen dee ja rahee thee
ki main chillaaya
daaktar mujhe buree tarah hansee aa rahee
yah hansaanevaalee gais hai shaayad
praan bachaanevaalee nahin
tum mujhe hansane par majaboor nahin kar sakate
is desh mein har ek ko afasos ke saath jeene ka
paidaishee haq hai varana
koee maane nahin rakhate hamaaree aazaadee aur prajaatantr

bolie nahin -nars ne kaha- behad kamazor hain aap
badee mushkil se qaaboo mein aaya hai raktachaap

daaktar ne samajhaaya- aankadon ka virus
buree tarah phail raha aajkal
seedhe dimaag par asar karata
bhaagyavaan hain aap ki bach gae
kuchh bhee ho sakata tha aapko–

sannipaat ki aap bolate hee chale jaate
ya pakshaaghaat ki hamesha ki lie band ho jaata
aapka bolana
mastishk kee koee bhee nas phat sakatee thee
itanee badee sankhya ke dabaav se
ham sab ek naazuk daur se guzar rahe
taadaad ke maamale mein uttejana ghaatak ho sakatee hai
aankadon par kaee dava kaam nahin karatee
shaanti se kaam len
agar bach gae aap to karodon mein ek honge …..

achaanak mujhe laga
khataron se saavadhaan karaate kee sanket-chihn mein
badal gaee thee daaktar kee soorat
aur main aankadon ka kaata
cheekhata chala ja raha tha
ki ham aankade nahin aadamee hain

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By: Kunwar Narayan

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