Chhote Chintu ne-
Poochha jab,
Amma ! kya hai
‘Bhrastachar”
Maa ke maathe pr-
‘BL” dikhte,
gumsum pakad,
khadi diwar,
abhi hai isko
padhna likhna,
apne paanv-
khada hona,
mujh Budhiya ka
ek sahara,
sbki aankho ka tara ,
kahin bata doon
“maane”(meaning) iska,
bha n jaye isko,
raah pakad le-
us duniya ki-
bhool n jaye mujhko.
Agar bura ‘maane’ samjha to
kal ko shor machaye,
Bhrast aur Bhrashtachari,
se “panga” (confrontation) liye- N Jaye ..>>>>>,
Do roti jo khati -peeti,
chain mera chhin jaye,
kal jo Panch , Pradhan,
sune ya fir koi-
Chaukidaar,
Kaan kaan me khabar
Pahunchti jila rajy
Dilli Darbaar.
Chintu khata chupdi roti,
Chaat chaat ke achar(pickle) ,
Maa ne sar sahlaya –
Uska-boli apna gun-
Jo bhula. jiska teekha-
Sa vyavhar. saraa gala,
Jo kaam n aaye,
Chintu beta “Bhrast-Achar”.
Tu jo pyar se chaat raha-
Sundar svad bhara achar,
Ye jo kl ko bigad gaya to
Isko kahte ‘Bharasht-Achar”.
Surendrashukla”Bhramar”
7.2.11 8.0 AM, Jalandhr (PB)
3 comments:
superb poem........bahut acha likha hai!!!!!keep it up!
Thank you anonymous ji ..kaash ki aap apna naam likhte ..samarthn ke liye dhanyvad
bhramar 5
i love it.............bahut aacha laga ji...aur humey mail bhej te rehna agar aisi aur kavita ho sunna pasand karunga shukragujaar hu aapka ...............!!
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