Barish

 (PS: It's a raw poem with bare minimum rhyme scheme, it just popped up in my mind, so yeah, it's fine, it gets more criticism than others, yet I hope y'all still like it)

Yeh baarish bhi

kitni ajeeb cheez hai

Kisi ke liye chai aur pakode ka mausam,

kisi ke liye bas bheeg jaane ka darr.

Kahin pyara bhara

kahin sirf kapde sukhane ki kich kich.


Zyada ho jaaye toh baadh,

kam ho jaaye toh sukha.

Aur agar beech mein ho,

toh log yaad bhi nahi karte.


Log toh baarish se bachne ke hazaar tareeke leke ghoomte hain

kabhi chhat ke neeche,

kabhi chaate ke tale,

aur kabhi seedha kaam se bhaag jaate hain.


Par ek cheez hai,

jo kabhi nahi bhaagti.

Na kabhi shikayat karti,

na kabhi bachaav chahti.

Bas khadi rehti hai,

chup-chaap.

Mitti.

 

Ane na ane ka shikayat nai

Bas intezar

Barish aye bhi toh uske taal mai mehak jati 

Kaam ho ya zyda

Rang na toh bas pani ke rang mai hai 


Lekin agar yehi barish pyar hoti?

Logo ke hato mai chata 

Apne kaam se ghume bhatke

Aur kuch log 

Bas bheegne ke intezar mai atke?

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