हर अनसुनी दुआ में हो तुम हर अनकही अभिव्यक्ति में हो तुम उस ओझल एहसास में हो तुम हर दैनिक संघर्ष में हो तुम छिपे बीते हुए कल की आड़ में छिपे आने वाले कल की आहट में बीतें हुए कल में यादों की तरह आनेवाले पल में एक उमींद की तरह हर दिन के खुलते पहर में हो तुम उसी दिन की ढलती हुई शाम में हो तुम है यही वेदना की मेरे आज में नहीं हो तुम पर इस वेदना में भी मेरी नम्रता हो तुम हर उठती गिरिती तरंग में हो तुम हर उस झिलमिल एहसास में हो तुम जिससे है मेरी मुस्कराहट निश्छल जिससे है मेरे आंसू बोझल जिसकी कहते है लोफ विभिन्न भावनाएं हर का स्त्रोत , हर का अंत हो तुम ...
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