ye kis k peDon ka khet hai mujhe pata hai
vo gaon main rehta hai, usko pata nahin chalay ga
k main yahan ghoDay pe ruka hua dekh raha hun
uske baraf bhare khetoN ko
mera cHota sa ghoDa sochta hai k ye kya ajeeb baat hai
main yahan ruka hua hoon jahan sab biyabaan hai
in peDon k kheton aur jheel k beech saal ki sab say baDi kaali raat hai
vo saazo-o-samaan ko hilata hai aur ghanti bhajaaey poochta hai
k main kisi galti main to yahan nahin hoon
uski ghanti aur dheeray dheeray chalti hawa
aur halki si girti barf ki awaaz k siwaa, yahan sab kucH sun-saan hai
sab ghannay peD khoobsoorat hain
lakin main ne apne waaday pooray karnay hain
aur sonay se pehlay bahut door jaana hai
bahut door jaana hai.
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