Sat 18 Jul 2009
Apna ghar, apna gaon, apne log
inki keemat, toh, wo pardeshi jaante hain,
Choot gayi rozi roti ki talaash me,
Sarzami jinki darbadar ho,
Banatey hai ghonsla kisi or saakh pe.
Par kya itnaa aasaan hota hai,
pardesh me ghar basaanaa.
Takleef toh wo hi jaanta hai
Choota hai jiska ghar gaon.
khuda tujhe mai nahi maanta.
Par fir bhi ek iltiza tujhse
Sab ko de roti apne hi gaon me .
Regards
Ashutosh Sharma
S.E. Indore
February 14th, 2011 at 5:11 PM
bewafa tujhko bhulane se gum kam na honge.
mere sathi mere zakhmo ka marham na honge.
dekh kar mujhe barasne lage aankho se aansu.
teri kisi mahfil me shamil hum na honge.
apne hi gum ko banaya hai maine shayri.
dil ki is kitab me panne kam na honge.
zami par aakar khuda khud baant raha hai khushi
teri is katar me aakar khade hum na honge.
safar tanhaiyon ka ab TANHA katega.
khushiyo ko sathi bana kar khush hum na honge.