शिरीष एक गीत

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जिस आँगन में टहली हूँ मैं
शिरीष एक पल्लवित हुआ है,
हरा भरा है वृक्ष वहाँ पर
नव कलियों से भरा हुआ है,

सिंदूरी फूलों से लदकर
टहनी टहनी गमक रही है,
छटा निराली मन को भाए
धूप मद भरी लटक रही है,

आओ कवियों तुम सब आओ
एक नवीन गोष्ठी रचायें,
वृक्ष शिरीष के नीचे हम सब
एक नई सी प्रथा बनायें,

गर्मी के आने की आहट
खुद शिरीष ने दे डाली है,

हर रेशा फूलों का कहता
फिर रंगोली रच डाली है,

जिस आँगन में टहली हूँ मैं
शिरीष एक पल्लवित हुआ है,
हरा भरा है वृक्ष वहाँ पर
नव कलियों से भरा हुआ है।

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Sanjiv
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वाह.. वाह… शिरीष जैसा ही मनोरम गीत.

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