Misra1-misra jod kar ek nazm2 banti hai,
Nazm ki apni hasti hoti hai,
Woh kuch betukke alfazon3 ki jugalbandi nahi,
Woh ehsaason ki zindagi hoti hai.
Woh ehasaas jo jeete bhi us nazm main hain
Aur mar bhi jaate hain,
Gumnaam, akele, tanha, duniya se bekhabar.
Phir koi bhula bisra,
Uss nazm ko apne haath mein leker,
Uske alfazon ko sehlata hai,
Uske chuppe maayanon4 ko mehsoos karta hai.
Nazm ke misron ko dohrata hai, gungunata hai.
Apni ahmiyat ko uss shakhs par chod,
Nazm phir se zinda ho jaati hai
Un ehsaason ko jee leti hai
Hans leti hai , ro leti hai.
Nazm ki apni hasti hoti hai,
Woh ehsaason ki zindagi hoti hai.
1misra – do panktiyaan (couplet)
2nazm – kavita (poem)
3alfazon – shabd (words)
4mayanon – bhaav/arth (sense)
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