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Ek Arsa

Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Jul 12, 2025

By Rashid Zahid Sarang


Aisa lagta hai, jese, Ek arsa bita kuch likha nahi,

Yaad to roz kiya, par kuch kiya hi nahi..

Kya hi kar leta zaid (Poet’s Pen name)? roz-roz likh ke,

Jin tak ye shaayri pahuchni chahiye, un tak kabhi ye pahuchti

hi nahi...


Apne khwaabo ko bunke jise apni diary me utaara karta hu,

Chaand ke mehtaab me akele apni kalam se harf ba harf jise

apni shaayari me sajaaya karta hu, apni adhuri kahaani ko

khud khyaalat me pura karta rehta hu, mai wo shaks hu jo

shaayad abhi apni tanhai se haar kar, har raat tulu-e-aftaab ka

intezaar karta hu.


Phir bhi kehta rehta hu

Ek arsa bita kuch likha nahi,

Yaad to roz kiya, par kuch kiya hi nahi..


Meri raat roz wo andhere me beeti, par wo kal ka sawera hua

hi nahi…


By Rashid Zahid Sarang





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