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bhent – a poem by Dhumil

kal sudaama paande mile the
harahua baajaar mein. khush the. babool ke
ban mein basant se khile the.
phatakaarate bole, yaar! khoob ho
dekhate ho aur kataraane lagate ho,
goya dostee na huee chalatee- phiratee huee oob ho
aadamee dekhate ho, sookh jaate ho
paanee dekhate ho, gaane lagate ho.
ve jor se hanse. main bhee hansa.
sant ke haath -bura aa phansa
socha –
unhonne mujhe koncha. kya sochate ho?
raat-din
bematalab bavandar ka baal nochate ho
le- dekar ek adad
chup ho.

vakt ke ganjedee kee tarah phoonkate rahe ho
chehare par chamain moot gaee hai. itanee phatakaar
jaise varshon se apanee aankho mein thookate rahe ho.
are yaar, duniya mein kya rakha hai?
khao-peeo, maja lo
vijayee bano-vijaya lo
rangaratee
thenge par chadhe karodapati.

bhent

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