wo bachche jo park mein
roz aate they,
khelte they daudte they
shor khoob machaate they,
meri balcony ke muhane se
jo khoob nazar aate they,
moti kitabo ki takreero se
jab main thak jata ,
apni tanhai 
udaasiyo se pak jata,
auron ke bhi hone ka
ehsaas karate they,
iss khamoshi mein jo
us khilkhilahat ka
rang bhar jate they…

wo bachche ab nahi aate,
koi shor
ab dhyan nahi batate,
ye sannate ab nhi
toot jate,

suna hai
park mai ab
nayi imaaratein jawan hongi,
eent pattharo ke wo dher
jise log ghar kehte hain
aalishan hongi,
magar
un bachchon ka
 
dayara aur ghat jayega,
bachpan bachpan se bat jayega,
kho kho, gitti, kabdaddi chhod
bachpan computer tv tak
simat jayega,
wo bachche ab kabhi nhi ayenge
makano ke kaid khane mein
kaid hoke rah jayenge...



               - Sunil Arya (Guest Writer)






2 Responses so far.

  1. insightful poem.. shrinking childhood beautifully captured..

  2. behtareen boss....very true....

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