roz ki ekras ubau dincharya ke baad
phursat ke kuch pal churakar
ve kholtin hain telivijan
lagati hai nyooz
har chainal par
chikhte chillate, pashuon se laDte
korona se hoti har maut ka tamasha banate
enkar
auksijan ki kami se taDapte mariz
rote parijnon ke ansu dhule chehre
muskura kar dikhate—riportar
bimari ki bhayavahta ko batate Dauktar
puja ke naam par chaurahon men
netaon ka labada oDhe gadhon dvara
roke jate auksijan tainkar
dekhkar ruk jati hain
bahnon ki sansen
ve ankhon ki gili kor ponchhti
bhagvan se mangti hai duaen
khairiyat ki.
karti hain apni ninden haram
kisi anhoni ki ashanka se ghire
tan man se,
unka bas chale
to khud chali jayen kaam par
bete/pati/pita ki jagah
bachane apne parivar ko is bala se
baDh chuka hai unki puja paath ka samay
baDh chuki hain duriyan
paDosi saheliyon se
nahin nikalti ghar se bahar
bhool chuki hain man bahlav ko bhi
khud ke liye
aur kathor kar chuki hain charadivari ki qaid ko
kathin ho chuka hai unka kaam
aram ka samay shunya se niche ja chuka hai
jab ghar mein koi nahin hota
to kuch pal wo apne liye nikal leti theen
lekin aaj
sabki ashayen, ummiden, farmaishen baDh chuki hain unse
ve bina kuch kahe
sahti hi ja rahi hain
apne par zulm
apnon ki khatir,
chahti hain
ek lamba vishram
apne parishramik rahit kaam se
lekin kah nahin pati
baDa man hai unka
bina mask ke, lambi duri tak
sair par nikalkar, le saken lambi sansen
ehsaas kar saken
us thanDak ka
jise mahsus kiye ek arsa ho gaya.
