बेचारा सेंसेक्स और चार्वाक

बेचारा सेंसेक्स! जब देखिए तब औंधे मुंह गिर जाता है. एक बार बढ़ना शुरू हुआ था पिछले साल. ऐसा दौडा, ऐसा दौडा… कि रुकने का नाम ही नहीं ले रहा था. उस वक्त तो ब्लू लाइन और डीटीसी की बसें भी फेल हो गईं थीं इसके आगे. लग रहा था जैसे ब्रेक ही फेल हो गया हो. कोई रोकना चाहेगा भी तो शायद न रुके. यह जानते हुए भी कि ब्रेक फेल हो जाने के बाद किसी गाडी का क्या हाल होता है हमारे जैसे तमाम नौसिखिये बाबू लोग भी पहले निवेशक बने, फ़िर मौका ताक कर ट्रेडरगिरी की ओर सरकने लगे थे. तब तक तो अईसा झटका लगा जिया में कि पुनर्जन्मे होई गवा.

जब यहाँ सेंसेक्स बढ़ रहा था, तब दुनिया भर का बाजार गिर रहा था. अमेरिका से लेकर चीन तक सब परेशान थे. तब इहाँ के एक्सपर्ट लोग इसके गिरने का कौनो अंदाजा नहीं लगा रहे थे. सबको यही लग रहा था कि बस बढ़ रहा है और बढ़ता ही जाएगा. चढ़ रहा है और चढ़ता ही जाएगा। 16 हजार था, 18 हजार हुआ, फ़िर 20 हजार हुआ, फ़िर 22 हजार हुआ. भाई लोगों को लगा कि अब ई का रुकेगा. अब तो बस बढ़ता ही चला जाएगा. 24 हजार होगा, फ़िर 26 हजार होगा. चढ़ता ही जाएगा सर एडमंड हिलेरी की तरह. एकदम एवारेस्ते पे जा के दम लेगा. अपने अगदम-बगादम वाले आलोक पुराणिक भी लगातार यही बताते रहे कि हे वाले फंड में लगाइए, हीई वाली इक्विटी में लगाइये. ई इतना बढ़ा है तो इतना बढेगा. ऊ इतना बढ़ा है तो इतना बढेगा. एक्को बार ई नहीं बताए कि गिरेगा तो का होगा. आपका हाथ-गोद कुछ बचेगा कि नहीं.सारे लोग यही बोल रहे थे भारत का बाजार बाहर के बाजार से बिल्कुल नहीं इफेक्तेद है. ई हमारी अर्थव्यवस्था के प्रगतिशील होने का संकेत है. आख़िर प्रगतिशील गठबंधन के नेतृत्व में देश चल रहा है. कोई ऎसी-वैसी बात थोड़े है!

लेकिन साब एक दिन ऐसा भी आया जब ऊ अचानक गिरने लगा. यह काम उसने बिन बताए किया. चुपचाप. जैसे पुराने जमाने में लड़की-लड़का मान-बाप की इच्छा के खिलाफ होने पर घर से भाग के शादी कर लेते थे. जब एक्के दिन में गिर के ऊ बीस हजार पे आ गया, तब लोगों को लगा कि अरे ई का हो गया ? कहाँ तो हम सोचे थे तीस हजारी होने को और कहाँ ……… खैर! तब भी कुछ लोग घबराए नहीं. मान के चल रहे थे कि सुधर जाएगा. कुछ मजे खिलाडी भी लोग तो उस दौर में खरीदी में जुट गए. सोचे सस्ता माल है, खरीद लो जितना ख़रीदते बने. लगे गाने ऐसा मौका फ़िर कहाँ मिलेगा ………

लेकिन सचमुच ऊ बहुत बढ़िया मौका साबित हुआ. ऐसा कि जैसे चाईनीज माल की दुकानें होती हैं. लगातार सेल, महासेल. पहले कहती हैं ऑफर स्टाक रहने तक. लेकिन उनका स्टाक कभी ख़त्म नहीं होता. बढ़ता ही चला जाता है. तो साहब यह भी सेल का महासेल लगा के बैठ गए. तमाम शेयरों का दाम तो लगातार गिरता ही चला गया. ऐसे जैसे इमरजेंसी के बाद भारतीय राजनेताओं का चरित्र गिरता चला गया. अब राजनेताओं और विश्लेषकों को ये नहीं सूझ रहा है कि क्या जवाब दें? असलियत बता दें कि ऐसे-वैसे कुछ कह दें. कुछ नहीं सूझा तो बेचारे यही कहे जा रहे हैं कि- हे जी जब पूरी दुनिया में गिर रहा है तो एक ठु हमारे कैसे बचेगा? ई गलोबल असर है जी!

सलाहू बोल रहा है कि कहीं ऐसा न हो कि निवेशक सब सरकार पर दबाव बनाने लगे. फ़िर ऊ निवेशकों को भी सब्सीडी देने लगे. आख़िर अईएमेफ़ की मनाही तो किसानों को सब्सीडी देने पर है न! शेयर बाजार के लिए थोड़े ही है. यह भी हो सकता है कि जिन लोगों ने कर्ज लेकर निवेश किया है उनके कर्जे पूरे माफ़ कर दिए जाएँ. उप्पर से सरकार कहे कि लो हम और कर्ज दिए देते हैं तुमको. बाद में इहो माफ़ कर देंगे. ई अलग बात है इसको माफ़ करने की नौबत तब आएगी, जब तुम अगले पाँच साल बाद महंगाई की मार झेलने के बाद भी बच सकोगे.

मुझे भी लग रहा है कि सरकार जल्दी ही ऐसा कुछ करेगी. क्योंकि चुनाव का समय नजदीक है और ऐसे समय में कौनो सरकार किसी को नाराज नहीं रख सकती. मैं भी सोच रहा हूँ, ले लिया जाए. वैसे भी लोकतंत्र का उद्गम तो वहीं है …. यावाज्जीवेत सुखाज्जीवेत ….

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Fight! but for whom ?

(A short story by alok nandan)
The train was running fast. He was sitting at the window. Two people were eating some chips before him and he was trying to avoid them. A person besides him writing something in his diary. Somewhere he felt urgency to write but had no pen and paper. He was hungry for last two days and did not know where the train was going. All his peasants army were crushed by a brutal hand. Most of them had been arrested or killed. Two days ago he was fighting in a jungle for a revolution. Along with his comrades he wanted to make a good world, a world free from all exploitations.
The train stopped but there was no platform. Some people got off.
‘A dead body is laying on the track’, some one said loudly. He left his place and followed the voice. Passengers are running to the engine. He, too, went toward it. Before the engine a woman body was laying, naked. It had been cut into two parts.
‘It is a brutal death!’
‘Perhaps she is pregnant and someone threw it away from a running train’
‘Let the body moves from the track.’
‘Yes it is necessary.’
Different minds different voices. But no one dared to touch the body. He looked to the distorted body.
A guard came there asked people to remove the body, but no one was ready to do it.
He glanced to the passengers and said in hallucination, ‘I will remove the body from the track.’ All looked to him.
‘Then do it,’ someone said.
‘But I want money. Who will pay me for this work’
Listening his words all the passengers became angry with him.
‘You want money! Oh God, this man is a hell. He wants to earn from a dead body,’ said someone angrily.
‘Yes, I want money. Who will pay me?’
‘Do it for the sake of humanity’ a man said.
‘I love humanity but not my hunger, If you believe in humanity, pay me for this work,’
‘Why should I pay?’
‘Then don’t talk about humanity. I give you an alternative, You all collect the money from the passengers and pay me. I am ready to remove the body,’ he said confidently.
All the passengers started abusing him, but no one was ready to give a single penny.
The guard said, ‘ Don’t worry. The train will pass over her body. It is not our job. The local police will look after the matter. He directed the passengers to take their place. All the passengers moved to their respective bogies. He too.
The guard showed the green flag and the train started moving ahead. Once again all the wheels of the train passed over the dead body.
He came back to the window, and looked out side. Again the train was running fast, and he was thinking for the next battle that he had to fight, for the sake of humanity.
‘It is a testy chips’ the man in front of him said. He looked to the man and tried hard to suppress his hunger. The man besides him was writing continuously, perhaps about his pleasant journey or perhaps writing a letter to his beloved or perhaps a romantic poetry or perhaps his old memories…or perhaps….He closed his eyes and horrible picture of war field moved before them….he and his men were fighting for a better world, for the shake of humanity…all are dead now…Oh he had to fight, he had to fight, he had to fight…but for whom?

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अशआर

शेर किसका है मालूम नही. ऐसे ही गालिब-ओ-मीर पर बाते करते आज ये शेर विनय ने सुनाया. जानते वह भी नही कि किसका है. मुझे अच्छा लगा, लिहाजा  आपके लिए भी –

दिल मे रहो जिगर मे रहो नजर मे रहो

सब तुम्हारे ही लिए है चाहे जिस घर मे रहो

अब ये हाल है दर-दर भटकती फिरती है

मुसीबतो से कहा मैने मेरे घर मे रहो.

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बाबा का बुल और बियर

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मैने अभी बियर नही पी रखी है और हाल-फिलहाल ऐसा कोई इरादा ही है. वैसे मै बियर पीना पसन्द भी नही करता. जून-जुलाई के महीने मे, जब ज्यादातर लोग बियर चाहे इस या उस ब्रैंड का कोल्ड ड्रिंक पीना पसन्द करते है, तो भी मै पीने के लिए सादा पानी या फिर रम ही पसन्द करता हू. मुझमे और गोसाई जी मे मूलभूत समानता यही है कि वह दुनिया को राममय देखना पसन्द करते थे और मै उसे रममय देखना पसन्द करता हू.

हालांकि मास्टर कह्ता है कि यह करीब-करीब उतना ही बडा फर्क है जितना कि ग्राम प्रधान और प्रधानमंत्री होने मे है. मैने कई बार उससे अपना मंतव्य स्पष्ट करने के लिए कहा तो उसने बडी मुश्किल से एक बार सिर्फ इतना ही कहा कि ग्राम प्रधान होने के लिए चुनाव जीतना जरूरी होता है. अब मै कानून तो जानता नही. मै यह बात समझ नही पाया कि प्रधान मंत्री बनने के लिए ऐसा जरूरी होता है या नही, पर मुझे लग्ता है कि शायद यह जरूरी नही है. वैसे भी देश मे कुछ तो ऐसे पद होने ही चाहिए जिनके लिए अयोग्यता ही सब्से बडी योग्यता मानी जाए. ताकि कोई भी ऐरा-गैरा नत्था-खैरा लाभ का पद जैसा मस्ला तो न उठा सके. वैसे भी हमारे देश मे कुछ तो पद ऐसे होने चाहिए जिनको लोग बियर करे. वरना ज्यादातर पद तो ऐसे ही है जो लोगो को बियर कर रहे है.

अब देखिए, बचते-बचते भी आ गया न फिर बियर! मेरा मन फिर बियर-बियर होने लगा. क्या बताए! अभी थोडे दिन पहले की बात है. एक जमाने मे दुनिया के अखाडे का चक्रवर्ती, पर अब लतमरुआ घोषित हो चुके पहलवान रूस के नए राष्ट्र्पति हुए मेदवेदेव के बारे मे एक अखबार मे एक खबर पढी. इसमे बताया गया था कि बेचारे मेदवेदेव जी का भारत से बडा पुराना नाता है. अव्वल तो उनके पूर्वज भारत से ही गए थे. इस बात का आधार जैसा कुछ यह था कि मेदवेदेव का रूसी मे एक अर्थ होता है धारण करना, यानी कि टु बियर.

बियर शब्द पढते ही मै डरा कि रे बाप कही यह दलाल स्ट्रीट वाला बियर तो नही है, फिर दहाडते आ गया. और तब तक दूसरे ही दिन वह आ ही तो गया गुर्राते हुए. महाशिवरात्रि के ऐन एक दिन पहले नन्दी महराज पर जैसे-तैसे कर चढा नशा जाम्बवंत जी ने दूसरे ही दिन उतार दिया. यह समझना मेरे लिए फिर मुश्किल हो गया है कि ऐसा काम भला जाम्बवंत जी कैसे कर सकते है. आखिर नन्दी महराज से उनकी ऐसी क्या दुश्मनी है कि जब देखो तब भिड जाते है और उनकी सींग पकड कर उन बेचारे को अहिरावण के लोक की ओर ठेलने लग जाते है? आखिर क्या वजह है कि राम जी की सेना मे एक-एक लोग का उत्साह बढाने वाले और खास तौर से स्वय रुद्रावतार और परम वैष्णव हनुमान जी को उनके बल की याद दिलाने वाले जाम्बवंत जी अब लगातार नन्दी बाबा को कुए मे ढकेलने पर तुले पडे है?

कही ऐसा तो नही है कि जाम्बवंत जी ने भोले बाबा की प्रसाद खा ली हो और फिर उसका असर न झेल पा रहे हो? या फिर ऐसा तो नही कि अब उनका पैक्ट राम के बजाय रावण  से हो गया हो? लेकिन नही-नही! रावण का पक्षकार होने की सम्भावना तो ज्यादा नन्दी जी मे ही है. आखिर वह शिव जी का महान भक्त था और भोले बाबा के दरबार मे उसकी पैठ नन्दी महराज के बगैर कैसे बनी होगी? वैसे भी भोले बाबा की बूटी का असर तो इस बार महाशिवरात्रि के पहले से ही देखा जा रहा है. देश के सबसे बडे गुम्बद के कंगूरे से देश के भविष्य का जैसा लेखा-जोखा निकल रहा है उसे देख कर तो यही लग रहा है कि उसके बीचोबीच मौजूद कुए मे भोले बाबा की बूटी घोरा गई है और पूरे देश पर उसका असर हो रहा है.

ई देखिए, सलाहू का फोन फिर आ गया. बोल रहा है, ‘यार अब छोड रम की बात. अब बियर का मौसम आ गया.’ पर मै समझ नही पा रहा हू कि ई सब जो अभी जाम्बवंत जी से हार मान रहे है ऊ बाद मे फिर रामकाज मे ही लगेंगे? मै देख रहा हू रावण कई-कई रूपो मे शिव जी को प्रसन्न करने के लिए तरह-तरह से बूटी घोंट रहा है और मै देख रहा हू कि भोले बाबा फिर मस्ताने लगे है. उनके ऊपर रावण के तप का असर होने लगा है. बाबा फिर घोषणा, आश्वासन और वादा रूपी मंत्र के अधीन होने लगे है, होने लगे है, होने लगे है …….. मै तो देख रहा हू, आपो के लउक रहा है कि नई जी?

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No-smoking

(A short story by alok nandan)
Sapana was very much busy with her up coming programme about no-smoking. The chief guest had already come and all the technicians were engaged to have there tools in right positions. Everything was being prepared in hurry in the newsroom. She glanced herself in a handy-mirror and looked to the camera man.
‘Are you ok, madam?.’ asked the camera man.
‘Yes,’ she answered and looked to the chief guest Batra.’ Mr. Batra ! Are you ready?’
‘Yes’ he said politely.
The countdown started. five…four…three…two…one..zero.
‘You all are welcome in hour special show no-smoking. People all around the globe are very much addicted with dangerous smoking habits. At first I would like to go through the latest WHO report of smoking…and then will talk to the exert and today’s chief guest Mr Batra who would explain the horror of smoking….,’ she started to explore her screen story confidently. She was a perfect TV journalist. One after another she presented the facts and figures about the horror of smoking,then turned to the chief guest, ‘how we can make the world of smokeless people? As you have just seen that it is affecting millions of millions people and one of the most important cause of increasing untimely death…’
‘Well! We have to start a crusade against smoking, first we have to aware the people against it and have to save the next generation. Smoking is bad.’
The program went well, she tried her hard to explain all the inns and outs of the smoking. After finishing the program she came out of the news room. Her phone started ringing. She was being congratulated from all around the country for an excellent presentation. Many people said that they were in mood to leave the smoking and were going to use the methods that had been shown and discussed in the program.
With the chide guest she went to the canteen.
‘What would you like sir? she asked.
‘It was an excellent show…no-smoking…I would like a navy-cut.
She took navy-cut from the canteen and handed it to Batara.
Batra lit the cigret and looked to her, ‘You don’t smoke?’
‘I love classic mild.’ she said and took out a packet of classic mild from her pocket. She opened the packet and pick up a classic mild and caught it in her lips. Batra lit the lighter for her.
Having taking a deep puff she said, ‘thank you.’ Smoke was coming out form her mouth and nose after touching her heart.

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condom

(A story by alok nandan, dedicated to a story narrator)

Manthan had been drinking for lost four hours. He was trying to make his mind free from the memory of Prerana. But it was an unsuccessful attempt. Again and again she appeared before his eyes with her pleasant smile. From the bottom of his heart he loved her but somewhere in his mind there was a doubt. One of his friends had told him that she was in love with a young actor and was going to marry with him soon. Although his heart not ready to accept it but his mind was thinking over it again and again. There was a conflict between his heart and mind, the brutal conflict, and he was restless.
‘She is a bitch, she is cheating me. I love her…from the bottom of my heart…and I know she, too, loves me….In spite of it I am not sure about her character…Yes ! she is cheating me…Oh my mind is against her…What should I do? I don’t want to loose her…It is my sixth love….Earlier I have engaged with five girls…And I was in love with all those girls in the different phases of my life…It is my six love and the true love., ‘ he mumbled.
‘Why don’t you check her ?,’ said Jatindra, picking up his glass.
‘What do you mean? ,’ he asked.
‘You have two alternatives, either you believe in her blindly or you must evaluate her? ‘, he said, gulping the wine.
‘Whatever you want to say, say clearly. One thing is very clear that I love her too much.’
‘Why don’t you go through her? If she loves you, she will not deny. And to my mind it is the climax of any love. When a woman surrender before a man, it means she loves him very much. So just use this trick and confirm her faith and love,’ suggested Jatindra.
‘I have told you that I love her, I don’t want to get her body, but soul. Do you understand the difference between fucking and love? You can’ t, because you are a dog…yes! you are a dog…you understand only the fucking language. Love is something divine…it is feeling…a sweet feeling…related with heart not with body’s desire. You know very well I have a lot of money in my pocket…and I can take a prostitute, as I would…But whenever I think about her I never feel like that…Have you seen in her innocent eyes, full of life. They say stories, stories of different world. She is very near to my soul,’ he said, looking to Jatindra’s eyes.
‘I have met a lot of women. And I can say all women like it. And to my mind without it there is no love. You are wise enough, so how can you deny this fact? If you want to feel a woman, you feel it through her tender body. You are talking about soul….but I think it is the body that leads you to soul. In this world there is no soul. Lord Krishna says that the soul is immortal, it neither born not dies. It sounds good but according to scientific point of view soul is nothing but just a hypothesis. You see body, you enjoy body, you enjoy the female’s smell and then feel the existence of soul.’
‘Logic makes you rude. It kills emotions. I hate logics. May be soul is a hypothesis, I love this hypothesis,’ said Manthan. The words were coming from his heart not from his mind. He was trying to convince Jatindra as well as himself.
‘What Lord Budha would say about soul, do you know? ,’ asked Jatindra. ‘A Brahmin was talking about the existence of soul. He went to a bull-card. And then asked the Brahmin touching the bull, ”what is it? ”.” A bull” he answered. Later touching the wheel he asked ”What is it”. ”Wheel” he again answered. One by one he touched all the parts of the bull-card and the Brahmin pronounced the words related with particular objects. During the whole process the word bull-card is not pronounced. Then Lord Budha asked the Brahmin ‘Tell me where is your bull-card? The Brahmin had no answer. Then Lord Budha said, ” like the bull-card there is no soul. It is body through which we feel the existence of soul. So my dear good friend, If you want her love, you must feel it through her body. If she denies, then it is certain she does not love you. If she is agree with you, then it is clear she loves you., ‘ said Jatindra emphatically as if he had revealed a great secret before him.
‘But how will I do it? She is a virgin, as far as I know. I don’t want to take a risk.’
‘In protective way. Take it. This will solve your problem, ‘Jatindra handed him a packet.There was malicious smile over his lips. Manthan eyes stopped over the packet. It was a packet of condoms.
He said painfully, ”condom!”
”Yes! condom, no risk and full enjoyment, ” he did not feel the pain in his voice, and of course he was unable to feel it.
‘Condom!,’ he said again, in his voice the degree of pain had increased.

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‘Prerna ! I am very honest to you. And want to tell you very frankly that I love you,’ Manthan said to Prerna, who was sitting in his bed and moving her beautiful fingers gently in his hair. His head was in her lap.
‘I do love you, Manthan!,’ she said and kiss his lips slowly.’ You are the first man who makes me feel that I am woman. To me you are everything. Someone told me you are worried about something. May I know what is it?’
‘Some one told me that you are in love with some other person, and at the same time you are ditching me. I am telling it to you because I am very honest to you, ‘ he said, kissing her hands.
‘ Do you believe in me?’
‘I try to do. But my mind revolts against me.’
‘ What can I do to show my devotion to you?…Just tell me Manthan! For it you I can do anything…’
‘Anything ?’
‘Anything means anything !’
‘I want to make love with you.’
A shyness spread over her face, and her face became red.
‘What do you mean by you want to make love with me?’
‘I want you completely, your body as well as your soul.’
‘I have given my soul to you, and my body is always ready to show my devotion. Do you know I am a virgin. I have never experienced a man on the bed. I will be very glad to loose my virginity with you. I love you, and I don’t believe in any boundary.’
Manthan took her lips close. The four lips mingled together for long. She forgot herself completely. She was exploring herself gradually, and Manthan was going deep and deep, although somewhere in his mind he was not happy to do it. In his unconscious something was wrong. He would love her, wanted her whole devotion but this way was not good. He had spent countless nights with many women, playing all types of game but would never feel such a guilty feeling. Prerana was doing all to show her devotion, but certainly it was not good.
With the course of time when Prerana felt urgency, he stood up and took out the packet of condoms. She opened her eyes, the shameless, devoted and innocent eyes, and saw he was fixing a condom. All of sudden she felt a wave of coldness. She was frigid. All the waves she was realizing earlier in her body had gone off. She told nothing but was laying as a dead body. Manthan went ahead, taking her body but raping his own soul.
After sometimes when he became calm, she stood up and put on her clothes. Manthan said her, kissing her hands, ”Now, I can say, you love me too much. You are devoted to me. I love you! I love you!! I l love you!!’
Prerna looked her, there was a sadness in her eyes. she told in a deep voice, ”Manthan, I love you, too, but since now I will not meet you. I devoted myself completely but…’
‘what but? ‘
‘But you don’t. You don’t believe in me. I told you that I was a virgin, but you used a condom. Why? Because you don’t believe in me. I was careless about your seeds in my field. But you were not…You wanted to get my soul, but even you did not get my body well. How can you get my soul? You have insulted me and my body. Manthan! You will never understand a woman. Never ! Never !! Not at all.’
‘What you are talking? I love you, my sweet heart.’
‘No, you don’t love me. Even you don’t know how to love a woman .You asked for my body, and I happily agreed. Then why condom ?
‘I wanted safty.’
‘Safty! what safty ? You were worried about my pregnancy or transmitted diseases ? At least you should have asked me once before using a condom! You don’t love me. You just wanted to satisfy your male ego, and you did it. Now I am going. Never try to meet me. Yes! My eyes will weep for you, but my soul will never forgive you.Good buy, Manthan!
‘Prerna, Please!’ he requested in a sinking voice.
‘No, Manthan.Don’t try to stop me. It is too late.’ She told and went out.
Manthan was standing there surprised. He sat on the bed, taking his head in his both hands and looking to the used condom that had some spots of bloods, bloods of a woman soul.
The End

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गीत

कैसा बसंत
जीवन की बगिया में कैसा बसंत ?
काग संघ छीन लिया कोयल की कूक
मंजरियाँ सेक रहीं अनजानी धूप
चन्दा को देख, रहा चक्रवाक पूछ
बोल प्रिये प्रीति मेरी कहाँ गयी चूक ?
खुशियों को छोड़ गए अलबेले कंत
जीवन की बगिया में कैसा बसंत ?
फूलों को फूंक त्वचा गरमाते लोग
शूलों को नित्य नमन कर जाते लोग
भ्रमर बने सन्यासी सिखलाते योग
कौन नहीं झेल रहा खुद का वियोग ?
चोली और दामन में हो गया संघर्ष
जीवन की बगिया में कैसा बसंत ?
सपनो के सेंध मार हैं माला मॉल
डोम बने हरिश्चंद करते सवाल
दिग्दिगंत फ़ैल रहा एक महाजाल
दुर्योधन नृत्य करे शकुनी दी ताल ,
तक्षक जनमेजय में दोस्ती बुलंद
जीवन की बगिया में कैसा बसंत ?

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