Poet
ek mahal tha raaja ka ik raj-kumari hoti thi
us raaja ko apni parja jaan se pyari hoti thi
baaba kahte ye jo khandar hai sita-ram ka mandir tha
us mandir ki ek pujaran ram-dulari hoti thi
pushpa aur radha bhi donon meri bahnen hoti thiin
mangal-das aur meri beta gahri yaari hoti thi
ek diye ki lau men baaba ‘mir’ aur ‘ghalib’ padhte the
ek angethi hoti thi aur ik almari hoti thi
shaam dhale ik lawn men saare baith ke chaae piite the
mez hamara ghar ka tha kursi sarkari hoti thi
ek kuaan mithe paani ka aur ik budha bargad tha
ek mohabbat ka gahvara basti saari hoti thi
mithe giton ki vo risna mithi dhun aur mithe bol
puran-mashi par angan men shab-bedari hoti thi
ab jo mulla vaaiz kare to khauf sa aane lagta hai
mohan-das se naaten sun kar riqqat taari hoti thi
rishton ka ehsas lahu ke andar rachta-basta tha
kab aisi nafsa-nafsi aur mara-mari hoti thi
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