ek kavita likhne baitha hoon, <br />jo aah pahle kavita ki ladi hoti thi, <br />woh dil me itni gahari ho gayi hai, <br />ki ab labon aur kalam pe aati hi nahi. <br />meri kavita ki kagaz kori hi rah gayi. <br /> <br />kabhi kavita me premika ki mushkan nazar aati thi, <br />kabhi gulabi hothon me unki nazakat dikhti thi, <br />ab premika ke sang gulab ki gulshan bhi chali gayi, <br />meri yeh prem ki kavita phir kori hi rah gayi. <br /> <br />socha kyon na ek khusion se bhari kavita likhen, <br />Khusion ke umang se chaman me hariyali bhar den, <br />per khusion me itne mast hue, ki saare nagme bhool gaye, <br />meri kavita ki kagaz yon kori hi rah gayi. <br /> <br />kaise kavita likhe, jab dil jale ki aag me koi chingari hi nahi, <br />kaise dil ki awaz ko nagmo me likhen, jab un nagmo ko koi sunne wali hi nahi, <br />Kaise dil ki dastan ko syahi se likhen, jab toote hue dil me koi arman hi nahi, <br />kaise dimag ki rachna ko panno pe likhen, jab woh koi kavita hoti hi nahi. <br />meri kavita ki kagaz yon kori hi rah gayi.<br /><br />Jay P Narain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kori-kavita-hindi/
