अगले जनम में

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अगले जनम में
तुम बन जाना ख़ुशी
मैं बनूँगी दुःख
तब हर एक होंठ पर
लाल फूल सा खिल जाना तुम
मैं भी बहूँगी हर एक आँख से
झरने सी
अगले जनम में
तुम बन जाना मिसरी
मैं बनूँगी नमक
तुम घुल कर मीठा करना
दूध का जीवन
मैं भी करती रहूँगी
दाल को खारा
अगले जनम में
तुम बन जाना समंदर
मैं बनूँगी चाँद
तुम अपने बेटे ज्वार लेकर
किनारे पर आना
मैं भी टहलाने लाऊँगी
अपनी बिटिया चाँदनी को
अगले जनम में
तुम बन जाना कागज़
मैं बनूँगी कलम
तुम धरती सा उपजाऊ बन जाना
मैं भी चलूंगी हल की तरह
तब ज़रूर लहलहाएगी
कविता की फ़सल

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Shraddhanvita Tiwari

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