us saam wo roya nahi tha, use chahiye tha ki wo roye, chilla chilla ke apni kismat ko kose, magar nahi wo sant tha, magar ek baat our thi ki wo rota to rota kese ab uske aasu nahi bache the, ye wo taklif wo dard tha jinka ilaj hona namumkin tha, daav par lagi thi do zindagiya magar use kuch mehsus nahi ho raha tha, bahaar se has raha tha kam kar raha tha magar uske undar koi tha jo bohot chilla raha hai , uske sine ko under se koi noch raha tha, aawaj laga raha tha ki use koi bachale..... uske bina wo jee nahi payega..... wo kosis kar raha hai our wo chahta bhi hai k ye uthe roye chillaye sabko bataye ki dard kahase our kitana uth raha hai magar ab wo bada ho gaya tha ab ye utha to uska majak banega uske apne hi use kosege kahege ki itani zindagi ka boj hai tumpe our tu ashiq bana betha hai.... phir fayda bhi to nahi hai roneka chillane ka , yaha tha hi kon jo uske dard ki dawa use dila pata uski duwa ko sahi pate pe pahocha de, umido ki zamin pe sapano ki fazal ugai thi un dono ne..... magar samaj our uske apno ne wo zamin 6in ne ka man bana liya tha , sapano ki fazal rondi ja rahi thi , prem upjane wala wo kisan premi joda aatma hatiya bhi to nahi kar sakta thaa , na wo use marta dekh paa raha tha...... na wo use dekh paati tadapte huve , ye zinda logo ka bajar hai yaha kon milta hai marne ke baad , kya pata is janam me to umid bhi hai ki raah chalte chalte kahi mil jaaye magar us jahan me mile na mile kise khabar , samaj k khokhale riwajo ne phir do dilo ko sajaye zindagi dene k man bana liya hai, kyu ki mohobat me mot nai hoti aapko jaana padta hai aisi zindagi ko jo roj aapko maarti hai........ bottom of my heart.........as......
