And no one kept a tally of the rain and
Drops that fell.
And the rain falls..
plick pli. Ck. Pli
Ck.
Strobing the asphalt
Counting souls
petrichor turns to acrid urine.
Plickplick pli
Plickplick pl
Ick
And the rain fell
And no one kept a tally
Of the drops of rain that fell.
Categories:
pli, rain, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
Suraj sa tapta ye roshan savera.....
Taron si bikhri ye kali rat h.....
Koi soye alishaN makano me.... .
Kisi ki chadar ye chandni rat h....
Kaise ye ajab duniya h....
Kaisa ajab insan h......
Khi Bahta h pani yo gande nalo me.....
Khi 2 ghunt ko tadpta ek mayus insan h....
Khi bikta h razhan bajaro me....
Khi 2 waqt ko mohtaj ek gareeb insan h....
Kaise ye ajab duniya h
Kaisa ajab insan h......
Khi lge nokri sifaris se......
Khi mile riswat hjaron me....
To khi berojgar ek nojwan h......
Koi anpad bne mantri jhan...
Ek shikshak khi preshan h......
Kaise ye ajab duniya h.....
Kaisa ajab insan h.....
Pathar bna jise puja h, Ourat bna thukraya h......
Ghr me najo se pli bitiya, sasural me use jlaya h.....
Paisa h sbse bda yhan, ek sikka sbki jaan h....
Kaise ye ajab duniya h........
Kaisa ajab insana h........
Bikta hr rista dukano pe, Lakhon iske kharidar h......
Sb riste yhan bikau h, bs insaniyat yhan bejar h....
Maine bhi khrida ek rista, jo anmol shi pe lachar h....
Koi bandish koi pabndi khe, yashu ne kha ye phar h....
Kaise he aJaB duniya h, kIsa ajab insan h.......
Categories:
pli, pain, political,
Form: ABC