Mere purane daftar mein khirkiyan nahi thi,
Thi to bas woh chaar deewarein.
Subha wahan jane ke baad,
Duniyan wahi simat ke reh jati.

Kayi mausam aaye aur chale gaye,
Un mausamon ki khabrein milti thi saame rakhe laptop se.
Log apne kaanch ki khidiyon se mausam ka luft uthate,
Aur daal dete uska haal ek tasweer se saath.

Samay badla,
aur badla mera daftar bhi.
Ab meri khirki se bhi dikhta hain,
Badalte mausam ka tewar.
Ab main bhi baarish mein chai ke maze lete hue,
Do chaar tasweerin daal deta hoon.

Par jab main use choone ki kosish karoon,
To saamne hoti hain kaanch ki wahi; deewar.
Yeah deewarein humein dikhati to sab hain,
Par kabhi mehsoos karne ka mauka nahi deti.

Kahi na kahi hum sab ne apne aap ko,
In deewaron ke qaid mein mehfooz kar rakha hain,
Jahan jeete to sab hain;
Par jeena bhool gaye hain.

– Ankur Mondal