ThoDi Pagli Si Aur Jazbati Bachchi
us june k maheenay k khatam honay k dinoN main
jo kuch bhi meri maaN k kamray main
us k pate par khat-khat kartay andar chala gaya
main gol-mol sar liyay bina mukratay hue bahar a gayi
mere abu muskratay hue apni gode main jhulate hue
kaha kartay the - kya ye chaand hai?
haan, ye chand tha, magar iska kisi ko pata na tha
chaand andheri jagahaiN jaanta hai
is k dil main bhi khufia baataiN hoti hain
aur jitni roshni sambhal sakta hai apne paas rakhta hai
hum tab dus saal ki bachiaN theeN
baDi behnoN k purane kapDay pehnay hansti phirti theeN
jhooth mooth sochti theen k hamaray mummay hoN
hum sub apne mummay chahti theen
aur choli k neechay kagaz k tukray rakh leti theeN
ella ghamand se kehti the ray johnson mujhe sikha raha hai
kaise jeeb se jeeb milakar chummiaN maari jaati hain
tum ko kaun sikha raha hai?
main kaise kehti, meray abba muje sikhlatay hain
chaand sab ka raja hai
ye samudroN, dariyaoN, barsaatoN pe raaj karta hai
jab log mujhe poochtay hain teri aankhoN main aansu kis k hain
to main kehti hoon, ye chaand k hain
main chaand ko dosh deti hoon
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