Baarish

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Baarish

In jhurmuton me kahi basta hai

Boondon ka basera

Dhundhlata sa yeh andhera

Woh jhonko ka sehra…

 

Yeh mehkti damakti barasti barsaati

Rukti garajti harshati dehshaati…

 

Badalon ka jo chaya kohra..

Jaise behta koi saaya..

Saaya aisa man bhaya…

Ram gaya har katra katra…

 

Yeh udti phirti khilti bhujti

Kabhi lagta hansti..aur kabhi garajti…

Aisi hai yeh moh maya

Ki na ankhen kholne deti

Aur jo palken uth jati..

Toh ankhen phati hi reh jaati..

 

Yeh na dikhti, na rukti..girti-chalakti..

Bas mehsoos hoti aur gum ho jaati…


- Saranya

 

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