kavita hai

maine ek din tanhaa chaat pe tanhaa chand dekhaa

chaan rooi ke fahe saa komal aur shubhra thaa

chaand kee muskurahat me halkee see udaasee thee

wo udaasee sab ko nahee dikhtee thee

mai roz roz use dekhtaa

sirf chup chaap use dekhtaa

boltaa kuchh bhee naa thaa

ek din chaand ne khud b khud poochaa

tum mujhe itne gaur se kyun dekhte ho

maine kahaa mai hee nahee tumhe to pooree duniyaa dekhtee hai

chaand ne kahaa tumhaare dekhne me aur duniyaa ke dekhne me mujhe kuch antar nazar aayaa is liye poochaa

waise mujhe bhee maaloom hai mai sundar hoon

to maine poochaa ki haan ye sahee hai ki mai bhee tumaahree sundartaa dekh ke hee aakshit huaa hoon

par n jaane kyun tumhaare is pyaare se mukkhde aur muskaan ke peeche ek dard chuupaa hai

chaan muskuraa diyaa

bolo tumhe isse kyaa - tumko to sundartaa se matlab hai

meree chaandnee se matlab hai bus tum usse hee matlab rakho

maine bhee zind thaan lee nahee

agat tum hame apnaa dukh nahee bataaoge to mai bhee yun hee khaalee aakaash ke neeche letaa rahoongaa

bhale hee fanaa ho jaaoon

aur tab se meree chaand se dostee ho gayee hai

aur ham dono khoob baat karte hain us chaand kaa naam bulbul hai

jise mai bebo kahtaa hoon

us chaand ke salone se mukhde ke peeche udaasee kee baat fir karoongaa

abhee to mai chaand ke saath muskuraa rahaa hoon

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