नदी kavita

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नदी को बहने दो
बहती रहने दो उसे
बांधो मत उसकी उन्मुक्त जलधार को
अपनी स्वार्थ सिद्धि के निमित्त

बहने दो उसे अविराम, अविकल
क्योंकि अनंत अवरोधों के बीच भी
निरंतर प्रवाहमान रहना ही तो है
उसकी प्रकृति और नियति

बहने दो उसे निर्बाध और निश्चिन्त
यह अविरल प्रवाह ही तो बनाता है उसे
स्वच्छ सुन्दर और कल्याणकारी
जीव जगत के लिये

मत अवरूद्ध करो उसका नियत पथ
क्योंकि रुकना, ठहरना नहीं है उसका स्वभाव
यदि रोकी गई कभी, कहीं बलपूर्वक
तो निश्चित ही खो देगी अपना नैसर्गिक स्वरुप

क्योंकि अविरल प्रवाह ही है सदा से
उसके शब्दातीत सौंदर्य और शुचिता का संवाहक
उसकी अदम्य जिजीविषा का सजल उत्सव
और मेरी प्रेरणा का अजस्र स्रोत भी

जाने दो उसे सोल्लास अपने अभीष्ट लक्ष्य की ओर
इसी में है उसके जीवन की सार्थकता
कंक्रीट की दीवारों में बांध उसे झील में न बदलो
नदी है वह, उसे नदी ही रहने दो

सच तो यह है कि अवांछित बंधनों में जकड़े जाना
स्वीकार्य नहीं होता किसी को भी
चाहे वह नदी हो या किसी अंतःस्थल से निःसृत
अभिव्यक्ति के लिए उद्द्यत कोई सरल भावधारा

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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