It's been a while since I wrote a poem but an ode to Rishabh, the charming mystery.
Jo muskuraya maine
Toh logon ne meri zindagi khushnuma maan li
Jo moond li maine aankhein
Toh har jhuth se parda hatt gaya
Par ye sach aur jhuth ki zindagi ab rooh mein samayi hai
Aankhon mein aakhir kayi khwahish dabayi hai
Apno se ye duriyaan maine badhayi hai
Aur anjaano ki nagri mein apni alag pehchaan banayi hai
Agar nahi ban paaya koi mera apna
Toh iss khayal se bhi samjhauta kar liya hai
Shayad isiliye ab dusron ki khushiyon mein maine jeena seekh liya hai
Aur apna har dard ab chupana seekh liya hai
Usko khush kar dun
Khud ki jaan uss par nyochawar kar dun
Bhul jaun apna sar gham uski ek muskurahat par
Sawaar dun uska bhagya shree sa
Aur ban jaun uski zindagi mein
Sach se muqammal sa rishabh
Main bhar dun uski zindagi ki har shaam indradhanush ke rangon se
Aur jiye wo aise
jaise ek ghar ho uska sukoon se ojhal
Aur foolon se mehka, mohabbat se behsumaar
Aur gungunaye wo roz... ki
Bade ache lagte hai
Ye nadiyaan, ye raina aur
Aur tum.
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