"Pyaare Baba" - Mohammed Sadriwala (Women's Day Special)-unrease poetry



Pyaare baba muddaton baad aaj waqt mila toh 
Socha ki khyaloon ki turbat par shabdon ke
Phool chada du.....

Pyaare baba apse kai sare sawal hai jinki 
Jawabon ki aashna mera zameer mujhse karta
Hai.....

Pyaare baba kya humari aur mardon ki 
Chhamdi alag hoti hai kya...dikhti to vo ek si 
Hai rang bhi ek sa hai...phir humari hi 
Chhamdi par vo tezzab ki chhikatein kyu
Dikhai detein hai....

Phir humari hi chhamdi par vo latakta gosh
Haivaniyat ke dastakhat kyu chhod jata hai..

Lohe ka avzaar jb jism ke hisse me dala jata
Hai...bahut taqleef hoti hai baba....

Sirf khhun ka phuwara nhi nikalta dard ki
Jhumbis par sirf chhik nhi nikalti......
Dua salaam aur hamdardi ke taakein bhi
Uske samne kamzor najar aate hai...

Aisa lagta hai kisi ne lohe ki junglee ko
Suraj me dubokar us hisse par rakh diya ho...

Aisa lagta hai kisi ne zakham ke cheere par..
Unginat kodon ki bowchaar kar di ho...

Aisa lagta hai kisi chote bache ki nanhi ...
Ungliyon ko nukhile patharon se roun diya ho.
Lekin usse aisa nhi lagta vo toh aj bhi ....
Bachpan ke fitoor me is quadar dhooba hua..
Hai usse lagta hai ki agar vo meri taang todh
Dega meri gardan marodh dega apni ungliyon
Ko meri jism me sehlayega mujhe apni masti 
Ki hatheliyon me masal kar phekh dega....

To kl ap usse nyi gudhiya la ke de doge....
Lekin me vo bazaron me shauk ke shachhon
Me banne wali gudhiya nhi hu....

Sitaroon ke lifafe me hawa ke bastein me..
Dal kar ye khhat me apko aasman par bhej ri
Hun...pyaare baba jawab zarur dena......

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