Choti si duniya me bhi vahi kahani hai,
Mitti ki dharti par,
Pathoron ki lakeerein khichi jati hai.
Har roz diwar ki daud mein ,
Ek aur diwar khadi kar dete hai,
Har roz pathar-pathar mitti par bichh jati hai,
Aur dhool mien milta jata hai har roz patta-patta.
Kaisi reh gayi hai yeh shaam diwaron mein,
Kya sooraj chhupa-chhupa hi rehta hai patharon ke aashiyano mein.
Thodi si aag agar aur lag jaye,
Kaha rahega patheron ka yeh jungle,
Maa ke aanchal mein chhed kar,
Aaj kaha ensaan pahuncha hai,
Tuti-tuti in siwaron mein sapne nahi sajte.
Agar thoda sa pyar raha hai ab bhi,
jA zara ped ki chav mein,
Jo jal kar bhi tujhe bachata tha.
Woh ped hi tha jo bachpan mein,
Neend bhari aakhon mein sapne dhota tha.
Woh hi tha jo apni shakhon par,
Teri har kahani pirota tha.
Author’s Note: I come from Manali, a place gifted with natural beauty. But with the increasing population, Manali is losing its natural beauty day by day. The poem reminds people for what they have done to mother nature . How the jungles with deodar trees are replaced by multi-storey hotels. So this poem is asking people to change before its too late…
