ek buDha

ek budha bistar-e-marg pe hai
bimar badan lachaar badan
sansen bhi kuchh bojhal si hain
aur aankhen bhi jal-thal si hain


aisa bhi nahin tanha hai wo
pani hai magar pyasa hai wo
ghar mein bahuwen bete bhi hain
hain potiyan bhi pote bhi hain


lekin koi pas nahin aata
sab jhankte hain chale jate hain
jaise ye is ka ghar hi nahin
jaise wo sab begane hain


jis bahu ka number hota hai
khane ke niwale thuns ke wo
farz apna mukammal karti hai
phir waqt pe koi ek beta


wo jis ko thodi fursat ho
pahle to aa kar dantta hai
deta hai dawai phir aise
jaise ehsan kare koi


jaise apman kare koi
har din ye budha sochta hai
koi baat nai ho aaj ke din
koi do mithe alfaz kahe


kabhi mahfil us ke pas saje
kabhi hansne ki koi baat chale
magar aisa pichhle barson mein
kabhi ho paya nahin ho paya


apne us begane-pan par
apne us virane-pan par
ye budha inkishaf rahta hai
ye budha rota rahta hai


ek budha bistar-e-marg pe hai