The Dream

Everyday, he burnt himself under the Sun,
Bathing in the sweat,
But not a sight of complaint

Buying a piece of bread,
For the children,
Was his only ambition

Today also,
He could manage only a piece,
Let’em have all of it”
He told to his wife
Earning man of the house,
Was again on the hunger strike
They’ve to study,
They need it more…”
Yearning for their growth,
He kept lying some more…

As the sun arrived again,
He was there on the fields,
Sparkling eyes had the same dream,
Though frailing health couldn’t support any more…

– Priya Soni

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Vo Mulk

Hamare hi pados me hai vo mulk,
Hamara hi hissa hua karta tha vo mulk,
Aaj kuch khafa sa hai,
Dilon me kuch jala sa hai…

Sarhad ke iss paar bhi, mahaul gamgeen hai,
Iss katil manzar ke, jaane kitne tamashebeen hain..
Isme jo bacha, vo to bas netaon ka maan hai,
Aam aadmi ke liye, to har tarf shamshaan hai…
Saalon pehle paayi thi aazadi dono deshon ne,
Par aaj bhi jakde hain nafrat ki salakhon me…

Aisa nahi, ki hume unki kadra nahi,
Ya vo humse milne ko talabgaar nahi,
Kab se dhool kha raha hai mohabbat ka paigaam

Tadap rahi hai dono deshon ki aawam…

Zameen pe siyasat karne valo ne,
Iss takleef ko kabhi na samjha hai..
Saalon se chalti aayi is ladai ko unhone,
Jaane kitno ke khoon se sincha hai…

Der se hi sahi, par

Hogi kabhi to hame bhi rehmat adaa,
Jab ho jaegi ye dehshat-gardi fanna…
Bas yahi dua karta hai dil-e-nashad,
Mohabbat se rahe ye sarhad aabad….

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