Made in India
Once unflinching deep wood
where one had to fumble about
for a particular sapling
or a succulent junglee fruit
but mind remained carefree
no one would rout
where aromatic carnations known unknown
would afine the rustic raucous urchin
where a thicket would shelter him
from mother's raging cane and frown
now under land monger's utopia
whose evil spell has userped their gifted heaven
for whom the mundane heaven looks clean shaven
days are flying past that urchin's eyes
even decades are gone
the shared out village feel naked alone
rich men on wheel seen off and on
but machines don't rumble
there hunger only groan
future is lost in gambling den
morning has lost its wish to dawn.
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वो जो हँसते हुए दिखते है न लोग
अक्सर वो कुछ तन्हा से होते है
पराये अहसासों को लफ़्ज देतें है
खुद के दर्द पर खामोश रहते है
जो पोछतें दूसरे के आँसू अक्सर
खुद अँधेरे में तकिये को भिगोते है
वो जो हँसते हुए दिखते है लोग
अक्सर वो कुछ तन्हा से होते है
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