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Kuch Iss Tarah!

Kuch iss tarah...


Kuch iss tarah baandhe rakha tha tumne

Ki hamesha apna sir uncha rakhna sikhaya
Magar kabhi uncha rakhne nahi diya!

Hamesha pyar karna sikhaya
Magar kabhi pyar karne nahi diya!

Hamesha dil ka kaha sunna sikhaya
Magar kabhi uski sunne nahi di!

Kuch iss tarah baandhe rakha tha tumne
Ki duniyadari sikhayi
Magar kabhi is duniya ko apne nazariye se dekhne nahi diya!

Kehte ho betiya sar ka taaj hoti hai
Magar fir unhi haathon me beti hone ki hathkadi pehna di!

Khwab dekhna sikhaya
Magar unn khwabon ki udaan bharne se pehle hi haathon me chudiya pehna di!

Kuch iss tarah baandhe rakha tha tumne
Ki apne pairon par khada hona sikhaya
Magar kabhi apne chune gaye raaste par chalne nahi diya!
Kuch iss tarah...


-RUCHIKA SARAOGI


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