Gale Milte Rang - Vinod Das. काव्यालय| Kaavyaalaya: House of Hindi Poetry

aahlaad men Doobe rang khilakhilaa rahe hain

itane rang hain
ki phool bhee churaa rahe hain rang
aaj titaliyon ke lie

gale mil rahe hain rang

jab milataa hai gale ek rang
doosare rang se
badal jaataa hai usakaa rang
kuchh pahale se
jaise kuchh badal jaataa hai aadamee
doosare aadamee se milane ke baad

kitane rang hain jeevan ke
kyaa ph़rk़ kar sakate ho tum
gulaal aur rudhir kee laalimaa men

nikal aae hain ghonsale se baahar log
aasamaan hotaa jaa rahaa hai laal

ek naaTaa laD़kaa achaanak
phenkataa hai uchak kar rang kaa gubbaaraa
bheeg jaatee hai iraph़aan chachaa kee daaDh़ee
iraph़aan chachaa khilakhilaa rahe hain
khilakhilaa rahe hain unakee daaDh़ee ke baal
rangon kee baarish ho rahee hai
aur Tapak rahaa hai rang
meree aatmaa ke bheetar

havaa men goo(n)j rahaa hai
sirph़ ek shabd baar-baar
pyaar pyaar pyaar

aur pyaar
laaj se chhipaa rahaa hai
apane range hue gaal

- Vinod Das
Recited by: Prakash Devkulish

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