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Yoga

Dec 4, 2025
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By Shreya Kumari


Sirf sharir ke rogon ka naash hi nahi,

Balki tan-man ka shuddhikarn bhi ho jaiye.

Aur toh aur,

Jeevan ki har uljhan khud hi sulajh jaaye,

Jab har roz yog ho jaiye.


Man ho vichlit,

Tanaav bhara sarir,

Ya ho har naari ke ghutno me dard,

Chahe ho koi motape se bhara  mard,

Sabhi ke liye yog hai ek vardaan-svaroop karm.

Phir kyu na kare yoga roz hum sab?


Ek choti si aadat — par sabse bada sanyog.

Aao samjhte hain aakhir kya hai ye yog.


Yog koi choti cheez nahi jo har koi samajh jaaye,

Aur na hi itni badi, jise sab anjan reh jaiye 

Jo samajh gaya yog ka marm,

Samjho usne paa liya jeevan ka param dharm


Jaise

Anulom-Vilom man ki vichlita ko door kare,

Wahi kapalbhati se sakaratmak urja jage, jo man ko masti se bhare.

Jisne kiya ise har roz,

Samjho wahi ant tak jeevan ko sukhmaya bitaaye.

Phir kyu na roz hum sab is yog ko apnaaye?


Tadasan se kad ki lambai badhti jaaye,

Pranayam se jeevan deerghayu ban jaaye.

Sheershasan se rakt ka sanchar sudhare,

Toh Matsyasan hume heart attack se bachaye.

Is tarah hum yog ko apne jeevan me laaye.


Ek aadat jo de tan-man ko aseem urja.


Ghar me kisi se hui ho takraar?

Toh haasya yog apnao, hansi se karo vichaar.

Nav-yuvahon ka man ho gaya ho behal,

Toh dhyaan aur anulom-vilom se jeevan ko karo khushhaal.

Vridh jan jinke jeevan me ho rog,

Vajrasan kare unke har rogon ka bhog.

Jab chote se budhe sab kare har roz yog.


Koi kehta hai —

"Hamare paas samay hi nahi hai, kaise kare hum yog?

Ghar ka kaam, bachhon ki tiffin, pati ki seva, saas-sasur ki chinta."

Dekho ab zyada bahaane mat banao tum log,

Kyuki aaj jo samay tum gawa rahe ho, ye kehne me ki  samay nahi hai,

Kal wahi samay hazaar rog de pucha dega tumhe swarglok 

Isliye har roz karo yog 

Chhute sharir ka saath ise pehle man se jodo,

Aur 

Yog kar apne aatma ko parmatma se milao.

Har varg ke log ise apne jeevan ka hissa banao.

Dushro ke liye nahi, balki khud ke liye ye faisla uthao.

Sab log yog ko apnao,

Aur apna jeevan sukhmaya banao, sukhmaya banao.


By Shreya Kumari


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