Mitti Ka Diya Aur Neem Ki Chhaon: Chand Saadhe Sher

Gaon ke kache aangan mein jab subah-subah jhadu lagti hai, toh mitti se ek aisi mehak uthti hai jo duniya ke kisi ittar mein nahi milti.

Neem ke ped ke neeche bichi hui rassi ki charpai par baithkar jab purane buzurg hukka gudgudate hain, toh unki baaton mein koi kitabi falsafa nahi hota—sirf zindagi ka gehra tajarba hota hai.

Chand Sher Mitti Ke Naam

Mitti ke kache gharon mein dhoop bhi apna lagti hai,
Palkon pe thehri hui har aas suhana lagti hai.
Shehar ki oonchi imaraton mein dhoondta raha sukoon,
Gaon ki mitti mein aakar har saans mehakti lagti hai.

Roti ki khushboo chulhe se jab aangan mein aati hai,
Maa ke aanchal ki thandak dil ko thehraav de jaati hai.
Kitne bhi daulat ke ambaar laga lo shehar mein jaakar,
Neem ki chhaon mein jo chain hai, woh daulat kahan paati hai?

Ghar ki purani dehleez par baith kar socha,
Waqt ne kitne chehre badal diye.
Jo kal tak aangan mein bheed bankar haste the,
Aaj sirf yaadon ke dharohar bankar reh gaye.

Darakht se gire hue patte bhi ek baat sikha jaate hain: waqt par jhukna kamzori nahi, balke naye mausam ko aane ki jagah dena hota hai. Mitti se jude raho, toh andhiyan bhi jadd se nahi ukhaad sakti.