लोग ghazal

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जैसे कूड़े को झाड़ देते हैं
लोग दुनिया उजाड़ देते हैं

अच्छी खासी मेरे वतन की फ़ज़ा
चार पत्थर बिगाड़ देते हैं

चीर देते हैं दिल को लोग ऐसे
जैसे काग़ज़ को फाड़ देते हैं

क़त्ल करते हैं करने वाले और
घर के आँगन में गाड़ देते हैं

उनके माफ़िक न कोई बोले तो
लोग जड़ से उखाड़ देते हैं

उनकी निभती नहीं है फूलों से
वो जो काँटों को आड़ देते हैं

उनसे मिलता है क्या बुढ़ापे में
जिनको बचपन में लाड़ देते हैं

उनका पेशा है, सामने जो हो
दो मिनट में पछाड़ देते हैं

वो ही रचते हैं मुल्क़ के कानून
जिनको मुंसिफ़ तिहाड़ देते हैं

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Rahul Khandalkar

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I prefer a label on my forehead to blinkers on my eyes.A Journalist, Poet, Author, A Film Industry Personnel, CEO of Confluence India & A National Awardee Scout.Rahul Khandalkar is a Award Winning FilmMaker. He is A Director,Writer,Lyricist,Journalist & A Social Activist. He is also the core team member of many International Film Festivals at India & Abroad MISFF, RISFF & AISFF are one of them..Rahul is a well known Film Maker who makes Short Films & Documentaries. Apart from this he is very active film personnal in Bollywood, Tollywood, Marathi Film Industry & Main Stream Feature Cinema. Dandam (Bollywood Feature) , Thigal (Marathi Feature), Kru, Born To Die are few of his notable pieces..Khandalkar is also a active Journalist,Writer & Social Activist working from the Media Hub of the Country New Delhi. He Works Freelancingly here in this term and writes for various media houses regularly., Dainik Bhaskar, Dainik Jagran, Gaon Connection, Samaj Samvad, Khabrein24, Chaupal, Kalam, Kalyug ki kalam are few of them..He was previously the President of Many Organizations Like Prayas Youth Foundation, Jaagar Foundation & Indian Council for Talent Search & Competitions (ICTSC).
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Rajeev Gope

nice written


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