favvaare waali baarish me khada
aise mote mote dhuan ke chhalle chhod raha tha
jaise usme uski saari umr ek saath nikal rahi ho.
Kuchh soch hi raha hoga shayad.
Kisi beete hue pal ko chhoone ki koshish.
Kisi lamhe ko pakad paa lene ki khwahish me haar jeet raha hoga.
Ya fir kaho toh haar hi raha hoga.
Maa nahi hogi us beete kahani me shayad.
Warna cigarette nahi hoti haath me aur
na sir utha kar dhuan udaane ki himmat.
Aise me toh aksar
sookhe me woh khud hota hai aur
geele me hoti hai woh.
wahi dono jo hue nahi.
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