Ye kavita ek journalist ki kahani hai jismein uske jeevan ki kuch uljhano ko smjhaya gaya hai ki kaise ek journalist dunia ko naa jante hue uski pehchan logo se karwata hai. Kai baato ko jehan main bithaaye hue woh kaise lagataar apna kaam karta hai. Har raat sirf ek paheli se junjta hua woh subah apne kaam par nikalta hai or phirse agli raat unhi paheliyon main phir se ulajh jata hai... Is kavita main journalist ki Mehnat or Dharm ko paardarshita se smjhate hue unke beech ke fark ko smjhaya gaya hai...........
Le Khwab So Gaya Main, Agli Subah Ke Intzaar Mein. Kuch Bechaini Ko Sath Liye Or Kuch Bechaini Ko Mitane Ki Aas Liye… Meri Bechainiyan Sayad Mujhse Rubru Thi, Shikayat Na Thi Unhain Maine Aaj Kya Kiya…. Lipti Hui Thi Woh Bhi Mujhse Mere Kal Ka Intzaar Liye….. Kuch To Ranjish Thi Hum Main, Sayad Kisi Saajish Ko Lekar Baat Thi. Le Khada Hua Mein…Chod Saajish Ko Agli Sunwaai Par… Bechaini Sayad Ab Sayad Ab Iraada Bankar Mere Sath Thi……. Lo Chal Pada Ab Main…Kurta Or Kalam Mera Hathiyar Thi, Sawalo Ki Pehli Mein Uljha-Uljha Sa Tha Main… Na Sawal Mere The, Na Uljhan Meri Thi………. Phir Kyu Un Sawaalon Ko Suljhane Ki Fursat Meri Zindagi Mein Thi????? Pucha Jo Sawal Kalam Se Maine, Kya Kashm-E-Kash Thi Ye??????Keh Dia Kalam Ne Bhi Hanskar Mujhse… Main bhi to hu sath tere,chal padu wahan tu le chale jahan… Hoti hu nishabd bejaan si kisi kaagaz par, mohtaaz to main bhi hu kisi ke alfaaz ki… Tu Raahi Hai Us Raah Ka Jispar Tu Kabhi Chala Nhi, Tujhe Dena Hai Dunia Ko Woh Jo Milkar Bhi Tujhe Mila Nahi…
