Phoolon ko kitabo mein daba kar,
Log yaaden sanjote hain...
Bina is baat pr gaur kiye,
Ki wo kitaab usi phool ke liye...
Ek kabrgaah bani hai!
Wo phool sukhenge,
Wo fir murjhayenge,
Apni ranginiyat ko kitabo mein khokar,
Apni nami ko khokar,
Is bewkufana harkat mein zard hokar,
Ek zamaaane ke baad yaad aayenge!
Uss panne mein na phool ki khushbu hogi,
Na phool mein panne ki khushbu,
Kitaab ko kholte hi...
Ek saundhi si mahak uthegi,
Panne paltenge,
Aur un zard pade ehsaason ko,
Fir wahi kabr naseeb hogi...
Koi bataye insaano ko,
Ki Kitabo ke beech mein,
Phoolon ko rakhne se,
Sirf kabrgaah banti hai...!
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