Is jeev ke jeevan ka, is tan ki tadpan ka
Bhavon ki abhivyakti ka, manas ke pradarshan ka
Saaransh sirf itna hi hai, nibhana hai 'manu' ki smriti ko
Sochta hai ye Prasoon, Karna hai sakaar antaratma ki sachai ko
Banana ye ek sundar jahan, jismein sabhi rah sakein garv se
Par ye sirf soch hai, sachhai itni alag kunn hai
Prasoon jo chahe dev-prangan mein jaana
Lekar jati use durr ye bayaar kunn hai
Kah do in khwaishon se, durr ho jayen is mann-prangan se
Akela kar dein mujhe, takrane dein is mithya ke ghamand ko
Tabhi to samapt hoga manavta ka cheer-haran
Hoga khushaal ye watan
Jo tandav faila hai chahun aur ek dhikkari roop mein
Haran kar manush ki saari akankshaon ka chala hai Lanka-Pati
Ummeed hai ek din avtaar hoga RAM ka, Lanka mein lautega sukoon
Manavta hogi dhanya, jeevan milega apne saraansh se
Andhkar mitega, lautegi khushali is dharti pe
Jayega aatank lautega aman aur sukoon
Bhay nitega, Phir lautegi Jannat Kasmir main
Is Jeevan ka saaransh se milan karwane hetu, Tab tak mujhe mahakna hai.
Comments