ek roz un geeli hawaon me
yun dikhaa ek chehra murjhaya
dekhaa toh laga kitne barson se
uskaa naseeb nahi muskaya
Mathe ki silwaton par
jaise likhi koi kahani thi
Bedard baadalon ko shayad
nadiyan wahin bahani thi
par nahi dho paai baadalon ki nadiyan
sooni aankhon ke ansoo ko
woh aansoo jo shayad wahin ruke the
ki kab woh wakth ke aur thapede khayega
sukhe thapade nigalne ko
paani kahan se layaga
pet ki aag jalte jalte
aankhon tak aa gai
apni hi aankhon ke aansoo
apni hi aag sukhaa gai
un sard sili hawaon me
bebasi kaa soona raag hai
kyun bhalaa ein boondon me
ek thandi si aag hai
yaa shayad hai bechani
yaa fir ke bebasi
insaano ki basti toh
itni sunsaan nahi hai
fir bhi aaj aadmi kaa
insaan nahi hai
This is about a poor old homeless beggar I saw in a rainy night. Shivering, hungry and wet.
As we enjoy the rains, let's not forget to help those needy people.
can't write more.
thanks
