chalo tumahe apni branch per,
ek kavita sunaye.
kare kyun samay barbad,
bina soche-samjhe,garam vishay 'chamoo' uthaye.
chammo ki hai baat nirali,
sabse jayda nakhare waali.
inke aashiq kayi hajar,
barabar rahta sabse inka payar.
chammo ko tumko gar paana hai,
nayadu ka dar khatkhatana hai.
inka mulya koi bata na sakta,
hai amulya kyun, koi samjha na sakta.
inke payar mein gaalib,
kayi to shyar ban gaye,
kare kissi aur ki kya baat,
saand bhi issese bach na sake.
jara sa kuch kaho to,
khub saara chillati hai.
gar bulao inko naam se,
to ansuana kar jaati hai.
ab aur jayda kya kanhoo,
inki to kaaya hi mastani hai.
jayda gar janana ho aapko,
to khud hi sampark saadhane mein hi samjhadari hai.
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its the only poem which i have grasped fully(may be coz of too thick hindi language prb)any ways
but i really wont appreciate this because of writer's deliberate caliber in his previous works!!!!
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