एक मासूम सी अठन्नी

एक मासूम सी अठन्नी azad nazm

एक मासूम सी अठन्नी azad nazmUploaded by Brijesh Deshpande

एक मासूम सी अठन्नी मेरी जेब में
बदमाश से रुपये से लग के गले खनकती है,

इनके होने के एहसास से, मेरी जेब अब दमकती
इसकी अल्हढ़ सी आहटों से, मेरी जेब कुछ मचलती है,
ये मासूम क्या जाने दर्द ख़र्च होने का
कितना है साथ इसका, कब ये हाथों से फिसलती है,

हर पल इसकी मासूमियत ने मुझे जीना सिखाया है
अपनी राह को मुकम्मल कर आगे बढ़ना सिखाया है,
अब ये मेरी जेब में हो, या सेठ की तिजोरी में
इसने मेरी ज़िन्दगी को दोराहे से आगे बढ़ाया है,

मगर ये मासूम सी अठन्नी जो है अब मेरी जेब में
फिर बदमाश से रुपये के गले लग के खनकती है|

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