Roj raste me mil jate hai mujhe wo,
Lal batti dekh kar aajate hai wo,
Dil jor se jhilata hai,
Phir khuch samajh nahi aata hai.
Najren mai pher leta hu,
Phir wo hath aage badh dete hai,
Mere dil ka insan yahan pighal jata hai,
Phir khuch samajh nahi aata hai.
Jeb me padi chillar bhi bol uthati hai,
De do mujhe uske hath me,
Isse uske ek waqt ka kahan to aata hai,
Ye bebasi ka hal dekh mujhe kuch samajh nahi aata hai.
Paise lekar wo khush ho jate hai,
Badle me mujhe muskaan de jate hai,
Baati hari ho hai gadi chal padti hai,
Ye dekh kar aadarshen meri mere ruh se lad padti hai.
Ki kab tak ye silsila yunhi kayam rahega,
Kab ye njaren badlenge,
Unke jiwan me, sunahre phul khilenge,
Kab ye hath kisi ke samne na failai jayengi,
Ki kab mujhe ye surat-e -hal samajh aayengi.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Street Kids'