Seedhiyo
par baithi,
Woh koi
geet gunguna rahi thi,
God mein
sir rakh kar leti ek bachchi ko sula rahi thi,
Shayad uski
beti thi, ya fir…. Pata nahin
Wahi paas lage
ek nalke se,
Paani tap
tap kar beh raha tha,
Wahan khada
ek bachcha dabbi awaaz mein,
Nalke ke
pass baithi aurat se ye keh raha tha,
“Maa, kya woh
waale uncle mere papa the?”
Upar
balcony mein khadi,
Teeno ki
teeno muskura rahi thi,
Raat ke
musafiron ko dekh seetiya baja rahi thi,
Raat ke
musafir, jo dus minute ke liye aate the
Aur sirhaane
par kuch 50-100 ke note chod chale jaate the
Jab saari
duniya soti thi,
Tab din
mein gumnaam, unn galiyon mein
Khushiyon ki
baarish hoti thi
Koi
muskurata hua aata tha,
Koi apne ek
naye dost ko sang laata tha,
Koi apni
biwi se lad kar wahan pahunch jaata tha,
Koi apne
pairon se lipte bachchon ko, “Papa papa” kehta paata tha
Aur fir
unki maa, darwazo ki aad se nikal kar aati
Unse maafi
maang kehti thi
“Kya karun sahib,
main randi hun na”
Uss raat woh
bhi wahan aaya tha,
Dost ki
baaton mein aakar, usne bhi apna mann banaya tha
Logon ka
jamghat toh aisa tha, jaise nayi baraat hai koi
Par unn
galiyon se dulhan bann bhala kab gayi hai koi
“Tum yahan
se chali kyun nahin jaati, khud se ghinn nahin aati”
Woh apne
blouse ki dori khol boli,
‘Kya karun
sahib, main randi hun na’
Sang leti woh
apni ungliyon se khel hazaaron khel rahi thi,
Uske sharir
mein shayad kuch raag naye dhoondh rahi thi,
Mazaa toh
bahut aana tha usse,
Par ye saza
jaisa kyun lag raha tha,
Pass mein
darwaaze ki aad se usse kaun tak raha tha
“Maa” woh
boli,
Darwaze ke
peeche se, jaise ek nanhi pari aayi thi
Uss raat
uske honthon par, muskurahat pehli baar woh layi thi
“bhala iss
narak mein bhi koi itna maasoom reh sakta hai”
Sang leti
uski maa jaise khud ki kismat par has kar boli,
“sahib,
aapko kya lagta hai inn galiyon mein koi khud ko beche bina reh sakta hai,
Chinta na
kijiye iska bhi din aayega,
10-15 saal
baad aana, tab iss ke haathon aapko mazaa mil jayega.”
Na jaane
kyun woh kaanp gaya,
Aur achanak
uth khada hua,
Jaise nazron
ke saamne se uske ek saanp gaya,
Saanp hi
toh tha woh,
Jisne unn
sab ko dass liya tha,
Apne zeher
ke changul mein kass liya tha,
“kya isko
kisi school mein dalwa kar,
Ek achcha bhavishya
nahin dila sakti?”
Pehli baar
usne uski aankhon mein aansu ki ek boond dekhi, jab woh boli
‘Sahib isse
kaun apne school mein jagah dega,
Kaun iss
maa ki bachchi ko padhne dega.
Kyunki…
Kya karun
sahib, main randi hun na…’
This was poignant and brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThank you !!
Delete*respect*
ReplyDeletethanks chintan :)
DeleteAwesome Man
ReplyDeleteThank you buddy
DeleteTouching. Brilliant.
ReplyDeletethank you alok
DeleteHats-off mate. We need poets like you in our times...
ReplyDeletethanks so much man !!
DeleteHard hitting.
ReplyDeleteGood Work Abhinav. :)
ReplyDeletethank you :)
DeleteNice
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DeleteWow!! This is brilliantly narrated. Very good indeed.
ReplyDeletethank you !
Deletehave never read anything on such lines before. on a blog especially.
ReplyDeletekudos.
Well keep coming back, you'll find more of such poems in the coming days, hopefully and thank you.
Deleteabhinav, brilliant stuff. your best so far.touching.
ReplyDeleteThanks so nishtha
DeleteThis was soul piercing Abhinav! Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteSimply awesome...
ReplyDeletethanks
DeleteSuperb
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deletevery touching .......have never though of such situations! we are so happy in our own world!!!!!
ReplyDeleteExactly, their world is really harsh and unfortunately, no one bothers about it.
DeleteNice Work :)
ReplyDeleteThanks A :)
Deletekudos! you have the audacity to pen down a poem on such sensitive topic and that too using the dirtiest of the word . I respect prostitutes whether by choice or no choice,because she is a woman!
ReplyDeleteYes someone has to write, and it's not the dirtiest word. It is made dirty by our outlook towards them.
DeleteKudos! Well written Bro!
ReplyDeleteThanks man !!
DeleteVery beautifully written and very touching lines.
ReplyDeleteThank yaar :)
DeleteA very thought provoking poem & I sound very helpless here..
ReplyDeletecan't praise your work.. i mean its all meaningful & sad!
Well as long as you make sure you and people around you treat them well or help them in anyway, it'll be a praise for this work. :)
DeleteI do understand & behave myself! :)
DeleteNothing much to say, or speechless I'm.
ReplyDeletesaab, hamesha hi dikhti hain yahan rangreliyan sabko,
fir kyun dikh rahe kisi maasum ki athkheliyaan aapko,
aaye the aap bhi to kuchh rangeen pal ki talash me,
fir kyun nahi dikhi aapko, padi ek zinda laash paas me?
har koi aakar dikha jaata hai humen kai sapne yahan,
par kisi ke sapne pure hon, ye waisi jagah kahan.
chahte ho ki is masoom ko mile wo jiski tum baat karte ho,
to dubara wo mat karna jise tum rangeen raat kahte ho...
I am a writer myself, and i very well understand the amount of courage it takes to come up with something like this... great going mate... keep up the great work :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful.. Awe-inspiring Work!
ReplyDeleteOne smile,
ReplyDeleteand all i can say you WoW !!
WOW. Brilliant stuff. Total *respect*
ReplyDeleteYour writings <3
One word- Outstanding~ Keep writing abhi~ <3
ReplyDeleteWow.you have a way with words.one of the best that I have read lately,keep writing mate.
ReplyDeleteSimply Brilliant ...
ReplyDeletePoignant, gentle, kind, soul stirring, tugs at your heart, calls to your conscience. Has to be my favorite so far.
ReplyDeleteThere's not much left to say.. All the prior comments says it all.. And as for me.. I still cant believe u r same li'l boy i knew!!!
ReplyDeleteVery good work vishu...
Keep up the writting!!!
This was so sad, so beautiful... have read a good poem after a really long time.
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