In your world, people snatch and steal the last morsel.
In my world we share it even when we are starving.
And believe me that shared piece appeases our hunger.
The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...
truly said...they share they care and they sacrifice in whatever little they have...and that too happily and willingly....if only we cud learn...
ReplyDeleteउन्सठ साल पुरानी चप्पलें
ReplyDeleteआज फिर काम पर जा रही हैं
घिस कर हो चुकी हैं कागज़ सरीखी
पर लिहाज़ करती हैं 'पहनने वाले का' |
पिताजी ने आज तय किया है
दो रोज़ दोपहर का खाना नहीं खायेंगे
चालीस रूपए कम हैं
बिटिया को जन्मदिन पर साइकिल दिलानी है |
माँ ने आज हलवा बनाया था
सबका हिस्सा लगाया
उसके हिस्से सिर्फ सौंधी खुशबू ही आ पाई
वो फिर खुद को गिनना भूल गयी थी |
दादी को आज पेंशन मिली थी
पोते को दे दी - कपडे बनवाने को
आधे दादी की दवाई में खर्च हो गए
बाकी में जीजी की ओढनी ही आ पाई|
आज छप्पर पर सावन भी जमकर थिरका
वो बेतरतीब बस्ती फिर बेदाग़ हो गयी
मुन्ना की पतंग देखो आसमां छु रही है
वो इन्द्रधनुष कैसा फीका जान पड़ता है |
इस बस्ती में मकान कच्चे पर दिल सच्चे हुआ करते हैं
बड़े तो बड़े ,बच्चे भी 'बड़े' हुआ करते हैं
दिन की आखिरी धुप भी जब दरवाज़े पर दस्तक देती है
उसकी खुशामदीद में 'दिए' जला करते हैं |
सच कहूं तो इन ज़मीन पर सोने वालों के सपने
बिस्तर पर करवट बदलने वालों से
जियादा खूबसूरत होते हैं
पर तमन्नाएं हैं की नसीब का लिहाज़ कर जाती हैं.......
(wrote this long time before)
Is nadi ki dhaar par, thandi hawa aati toh hai...
ReplyDeletenaav jarjar ho sahi; lehron se takraati toh hai..
Ek chingari kahin se dhoond laao doston;
IS DIYE MEIN TEL KI BHEEGI HUI BAATI TOH HAI...
You shall live your world one day....
Amen.
I agree..the richer a person is,the poorer (stingier) he becomes.He doesn't have the heart to give anything to anyone...even if it is getting wasted.
ReplyDeleteRichness is sharing.
ReplyDeleteGood picture, Good post.
Beautifully expressed the simplicity of the innocent hearts.
ReplyDeletethat was a beautiful truth simply put.. i was moved
ReplyDelete"FACET" aptly quoted!
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