rista dard

ek taraf barson purana khun ka qarz hai
wahin dusri aur ek mazlum aurat

ka rasta dard hai
wo aurat

meri man ho sakti hai ya padosan
ya koi dur watan ki ajnabi

par khun ke rishte se bada
ye dard hai mere liye

kyun ki
har pal kuchh rista hai us rishte ke liye

sari zindagi carpet bani rahi ye aurat
aaj bhi zimmadariyon ke bojh se

ziyaada kuchh nahin tumhaare liye
par bhul rahe ho tum bhi

isi carpet par dhar diye jaoge
kisi din upekchhit potli ki tarah

tab ke liye rista rahega ye dard


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