purani bahut purani kai lagi diwar lakhori inton ki itihas ne apne lambe lambe hathon se jodon ko jis ke bandha hai aur gulabi bhure sabz mile-jule dhabbon se jis par lakh kahani likh dali hai albeli kirnen roz subh chupke se us par chadh jati hain idhar udhar phir jhankti hain aur ek ek karke dabe panw konon mein is ke luk jati hain daud daud kar aankh-michauli khelti hain lajja se chur lata nihudae sar muskati hai halke se us ke daman se do-chaar phul tapak jate hain sahar uthta hai sabza aasman ne aaj use phir rang latafat khushbu ka ye komal tohfa bhent kiya hai man us ka ye daulat pa kar bhi bhar aata hai ye aanand anant nahin hai magar yahi sparsh hazaron taron mein jiwan duniya ke ras bharta hai aur phir is se aise rag nikalte hain jo kabhi nahin marte is diwar ke sae mein is upwan mein sard khade hain bilkul sidhe sakit chup ashok badi gambhir soch mein gum purane mandir jaise kanwal ki kaliyan hari hari sari phailae tair rahi hain aur fawwara halke halke yun chalta hai jaise subh ko baalak soi man ke dar se sisak sisak kar bilke