गौरय्या

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लो फिर आ धमकी वह नन्हीं गौरय्या
चोंच में दबाये एक छोटा सा तिनका
निःशंक जैसे हो उसका ही घर यह
घोंसला बनाने का कर के इरादा

कैसी भोली, नासमझ है गौरय्या!

समझाया था उसको अनेक बार मैंने
सुरक्षित नहीं यह जगह उसके हित
उड़ाने की कोशिश भी की डरा धमकाकर
पर सुनती कहाँ है वह कभी किसी की

बड़ी हठीली, मूर्ख है गौरय्या!

क्रूरता दिखाकर भी रोकना था चाहा
फेंक दिए एक बार उठा कर सब तिनके
हार कर चली जाये ताकि दूर कहीं और सही
पर वह तो फिर फिर लौट आती है इधर ही

छोटी सी मगर धुन की पक्की गौरय्या!

पूछ ही बैठी मै आखिर तब उस से
चाहती हो क्यों यहीं पर घर बनाना
बताया था तुम्हे सही नहीं है यह जगह
खोज क्यों नहीं लेती कोई निरापद सी ठाँव?

पल भर कुछ सोच, चहचहाई गौरय्या,

मुझे तो यहीं लगती पूरी सुरक्षा
भरोसा है क्योंकि तुम पर यह पक्का
नहीं पहुँचाओगी कभी हानि मुझको
न ही करने दोगी किसी और को ऐसा

सुन कर बात उसकी दिल मेरा भर आया
थोड़ी सिरफिरी पर सयानी है गौरेया!

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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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