पशुपतिनाथ! तुम्हारे रहते

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पशुपतिनाथ!
तुम्हारे रहते
जनगण हुआ अनाथ?

वसुधा मैया भईं कुपित
डोल गईं चट्टानें
किसमें बूता
धरती कब
काँपेगी अनुमाने?
देख-देख भूडोल
चकित क्यों?
सीखें रहना साथ,
अनसमझा भूकम्प न हो अब
मानवता का काल
पृथ्वी पर भूचाल,
हुए, हो रहे, सदा होएंगे
हम जीना सीखेंगे या
हो नष्ट बिलख रोएँगे?
जीवन शैली गलत हमारी
करे प्रकृति से बैर
रहें सुरक्षित पशु-पक्षी, तरु
नहीं हमारी खैर,
जैसी करनी
वैसी भरनी
फूट रहा है माथ
पशुपतिनाथ!
तुम्हारे रहते
जनगण हुआ अनाथ?

टैक्टानिक हलचल को समझें
हटें-मिलें भू-प्लेटें
ऊर्जा विपुल
मुक्त हो फैले
भवन तोड़, भू मेटें,
रहे लचीला
तरु न टूटे
अड़ियल भवन चटकता,
नींव न जो
मज़बूत रखे
वह जीवन-शैली खोती
उठी अकेली जो
ऊँची मीनार
भग्न हो रोती,
वन हरिया दें, रुके भूस्खलन
कम हो तभी विनाश,
बंधन हो मज़बूत, न ढीले
रहें हमारे पाश,
छूट न पायें
कसकर थामें
‘सलिल’ हाथ में हाथ
पशुपतिनाथ!
तुम्हारे रहते
जनगण हुआ अनाथ?

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Sanjiv Verma 'salil'

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