Kalam
bechen hai likhne ko kuch,
Syah bhi
abhi tak sukhi nahi hai.
Ye shabd
mere yu is kadar ho jaye amar,
Aisa kuch
likhne ki hasrat jagi hai,
Sochta hu
chadhte suraj ki kirno pe likh du,
Kambakht
saanjh dhalte hi ojhal si ho jati hai,
To socha
dhalti sunahri sham per hi likh du,
Per andheri
rat ke saye me to vo bhi so jati hai,
Sawan ki
hariyali ke bare me socha hi tha bas,
Ki
Patjhadh ke sookhe patte bechen ho udne lage,
Kalkal
karti nadiyo ke bahav me bhi likhna chaha,
To sukhe
ki trasdi me ye kamjor hath thakne lage,
Fir socha
jivan me ayi un khushiyo per hi likh du,
Per
bachpan se suna tha ye to pal bhar ki hi hoti hai,
Raeeso ki
beshumar dualat per likhne ko kalam to uth gayi,
Lekin ye
kale akshar likhne ko dil ki ijajat nahi hoti hai.
Fir
achanak kisi ne ek muft ki salah de dali,
Agar sach
me chahte ho jo likho vo amar ho jaye,
To Likho dukh
aur chinta per, krodh aur irshya per,
Garibi aur
lachari per, bhookhmari aur bimari per,
Socho mat
Likh do in per, tum bhi amar ho jaoge.
Kaap gaye
hath likhte likhte, kalam bhi chootke gir gayi
Aise amar
shabdo se to mere kore kagaj hi acche hai,
Magar aaj
bhi Kalam bechen hai likhne ko kuch,
Aur
syah bhi abhi sukhi nahi hai.
