Ye kahaani hai
uss kisaan ki
jiske paas tha
ek anaar ka ped
vishal.
Pattjhad ki har shaam
woh apne khet ki chaukhat per
rakh deta thaa
dus anaar.
Aur chhod jaata tha
ek sandesa
"Ek anaar, Meri taraf se,
aapke liye, muft"
Aate jaate log
anaar dekhte
sandesa padhte
aur muskuraate hue
chale jaate.
Aur kisaan har raat
apni chaukhat per aata
dekhne ke liye
kisi ne ek bhi anaar
nahin uthaaya.
Agli shaam
uss chaukhat per
nahin rakhe kisaan ne
woh dus anaar.
Lekin chhod gaya thaa
ek naya sandesa.
"Yahaan milte hain
duniye ke sabse raseele anaar
jinki keemat jaan-ne ko
hain Raja sa'ab bhi beqaraar"
Aur usi din se
chaukhat per lagi hai bheed
haath mein sone ke sikke liye
anaar khareedne waalon ki.
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*Based on a short story by Kahlil Gibran
-Prateek
27/11/2011
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