Main patnivrat pati ke rup amain prasidh hoon

Jab bhi koi nayi kavita banata hoon, khushi se atm-mugdh ho jata hoon
Agar koi sun-ne wala nahi milta to pane aap ko sunata hoon
Anekon patniyan pativrata hoti hai, main patnivrat pati ke rup amain prasidh hoon
Ghar, kapde ki safayi se lekar, chulha chauka ke karyon mein bhi main sidh hoon
Mere mitr aur parichit aksar mera majak udate hain
Tarah-tarah ke bisheshano se bibhushit kar samay asamay mujhe chidhatae hain
Bina kisi pratiwad ke main sab sun leta hoon
Badle mein un nasamajhon ko, ek fiki muskaan bhar deta hoon
Meri vivashta kuch khas hai
Patni ko kaam ka bojh se, mukt karne ka chhota sa mera prayas hai
Taki wo aaasani se meri kavita sun sake
Kyonki mujhe adad ke shrota ki talaash hai
Lagataar kavita sunte sunte, patni bhi ho gayi tang
Palak jhapakte hi ek din usne dikhlaya apna rang
Boli ! He-y kavirupdhari patidev main to aapki charno ki dashi hoon
Saath janmo tak saath nivaon issi aas ki pyasi hoon
Wada karti hoon aap jaissa kehenge waisa karoongi
Sirf ek vinti hai pran-nath bhavishya main aapki kavita nahi sunoongi


Tut gayi sab meri asha, patni ne di ghor nirasha
Raat ke baraah baje meri ek kavita puri hui
Beraham samay ke karan priya shrotayon se duri hui
Himmat karke jab khola gate
Mila ek bhikari jo tha graduate
Man hua ki arkemadies ki tarah urreka-urreka chillaooon
Turant khayal aaya ki kyon na aaj issi bhikari ko chai pilaoon
Bhikari chai peene ko hua taiyaar mere mann mein upjaa pyar
Maine jhatpat chai chadhaaya aur taratar use chaar kavita sunayi
Panchvi ki jab baari aayi wo lene laga jor ki jamhai
Ye permanent shrota ban sakta hai soch ke mere mann mein phool khila
Par hay ri meri kismat uss din se aaj tak wo bhikari mujhe nahi mila
Haarna mujhe nahi swikaar phir bhi maine kiya bichaar
Apne jaise bechain aatmaon kaa banaya lekh-ak sangh
Kuch hi dino mein logon ne badal liya apna apna dhangh
Yun to padhe likhe logon ne samaj ko bahut kuch diya hai
Par anpad se adheek unhe hi chaalaaki se
Samaj ka bhar pur nukssaan bhi kiya hai
Theek usi prakar ke chaalaak kavi
Apni apni kavita sunakar savhagar se bahar jaane lage
Ander baithe mere jaise buddhu kavigan waah waah ko neja nakhoono se
Ek dusre ki peeth khujaane lage


Waise bhi aazadi ke baad se ab tak share ke bajaar ke suchkaank ki tarah
Shrotayon mein bhari girawat aur waktaaon mein uchaal darz hai
Phir berojgaaro ki iss bhid ko shrota bana lene mein kya harz hai
Neta se lekar avineta tak sabhi yahi nuskha panate hain
Issi bahane berojgaron ko seasonal hi sahi pat rojgaar to mil jaate hain
Apni apni haisiyat ke hisaab se bhade mein shrota jugad kar liya jaata hai
Ye kaise bebasta ki bebasi hai ki shrota aadmi se saman bana diya jaata hai