A poem, more than a poem..

Likha mene jo bhi ajtak

Ab lagta hai fizool jaisa

Me likh kar bayan to kar sakta hu kafi jazbaat

Par kyu naa aye zubaan pe meri ek lehza aisa

Kyu na mein kisi ko mana paau apni baat ke liye

Kyu me rota rahu dikhane apne jazbaat ke liye

Hu to mein bhi insaan hi

Kyu fir me sochta rahu dusre insan ke liye

Chahta to akhir mein bhi huu khushiyan

par kyu mein unhe maang pata na hu

kyu jab lagta hai mujhe bura, me kisi ko dikha pata na hu

lagta hai khami hi hai meri ye

jaise hoti hai har shaksiyat mein

par aam taur par khamiya dusro ko dikh jaati hain

ye kaisi khami hui, jo sabko itni pasand aati hai…

ye kaisi khami hui, jo sabko pasand aati hai..

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