कर्म कर तू, कर्म कर

कर्म कर तू, कर्म कर kavita

कर्म कर तू, कर्म कर
कर्म से कृष्ण तो कर्म से राम है
यह जगत या वह जगत, कर्म ही प्रधान है ।

कर्म कर तू, कर्म कर
कर्म श्रेष्ठ, कर्म धर्म
कर्म ईश्वर का अवतार है
बना खुद को कर्मठ मनुज
अगर खुद में विश्वास है ।

विश्व विजयी बन कर क्या करेगा ,
दिलों को ही ना तूने जीता
कर्म विहीन रहकर तू मृत के समान है ।

वसुधा पुत्र है अगर तू
तो कर्म कर, कर्म कर
पाप – पुण्य , धर्म – अधर्म का
ना तू विचार कर ।

है आधार इस जगत का कर्म ही
कर्म ही प्रधान है ,
कर्म से तेरा रुप , तो कर्म से
आकार है ।

है जगत की रीत वही,
कर्म में जीवन रमाया
कर्म है अमृत तुल्य,
कर्म ने ही अमर बनाया ।

जीता जा कर्म से तू, उम्र से नहीं
तेरे बाद रहेगा तेरा कर्म, उम्र नहीं ।
विश्व विधाता का सपना छोड़,
बढ़ तू अपने कर्म की ओर
सिर्फ़ कर्म करता जा तू,
ना देख फल की ओर ।

हाँ निर्णय अवश्य तू कर एक बार
हो जो हितकर औरों के लिए
वही कर्म तू कर बारमबार ।
सिर्फ़ निज को जो सुखी बनाये
वह कर्म अकर्म है
औरों का अहित करे जो कर्म
बस वही अधर्म है !

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