"widhwa ka dard”
Bahut rang dekhe maine, bahut rang maine chahe,
phoolon se lekar, titliyoon ke rang main, maine pankh failaiye,
aasman ke neelen rang main, khub khaile aur mushkuraye,
saawon ke din main rang-birange rangon se gudia ko saajaye,
Par yeh rang mujhe nahi bhata hai,
baar-baar is rang main khud ko dekh kar, dil maira rokar gaata hai,
Utar du is rang ko, jise shanti ka pratik kaha jata hai,
par main to chulbuli hoon,
hamesha mushkurana chahate ho,
taraf-taraf ke rangon main sajana chahte hu,
yeh rang mujh par nahi bhata hai,
maire sunhere aur komal gulabi kaaya ko yeh chupata hai,
Yeh dard maira hai, magar kisise kaha nahi jata hai,
Bas raangon ke sapno ke duniya main jakar,
kuch pal dil ko behlakar,
wapas usse BERANG duniya main aa jaate hu!
Bahut rang dekhe maine, bahut rang maine chahe,
phoolon se lekar, titliyoon ke rang main, maine pankh failaiye,
aasman ke neelen rang main, khub khaile aur mushkuraye,
saawon ke din main rang-birange rangon se gudia ko saajaye,
Par yeh rang mujhe nahi bhata hai,
baar-baar is rang main khud ko dekh kar, dil maira rokar gaata hai,
Utar du is rang ko, jise shanti ka pratik kaha jata hai,
par main to chulbuli hoon,
hamesha mushkurana chahate ho,
taraf-taraf ke rangon main sajana chahte hu,
yeh rang mujh par nahi bhata hai,
maire sunhere aur komal gulabi kaaya ko yeh chupata hai,
Yeh dard maira hai, magar kisise kaha nahi jata hai,
Bas raangon ke sapno ke duniya main jakar,
kuch pal dil ko behlakar,
wapas usse BERANG duniya main aa jaate hu!
[written by romil arora - copyright reserved]
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