Bhagwan

Yeh To Sach Hai Ki Bhagwan Hai,

Hai Magar Phir Bhi Anjaan Hai,

Dharti Pe Roop Maa Baap Ka,

Us Vidhaata Ki Pehchaan Hai...

Janmdaata Hai Jo, Naam Jinse Mila,

Thamkar Jinki Ungli Hai Bachpan Chala,

Kaandhe Par Baithke, Jinke Dekha Jahaan,

Gyan Jinse Mila, Kya Bura Kya Bhala,

Itne Upkaar Hain Kya Kahen,

Yeh Bataana Na Aasaan Hai,

Dharti Pe Roop Maa Baap Ka,

Us Vidhaata Ki Pehchaan Hai...

Janam Deti Hai Jo, Maa Jise Jag Kahe,

Apni Santaan Mein, Pran Jiske Rahe,

Loriyan Hothon Par, Sapne Bunti Nazar,

Neend Jo Vaar De, Hanske Har Dukh Sahe,

Mamta Ke Roop Mein Hai Prabhu,

Aapse Paaya Vardaan Hai,

Dharti Pe Roop Maa Baap Ka,

Us Vidhaata Ki Pehchaan Hai...

Aapke Khwab Hum, Aaj Hokar Jawaan,

Us Param Shakti Se Karte Hain Prarthna,

Unki Chhaya Rahe, Rehti Duniya Talak,

Ek Pal Reh Sake Hum Na Jinke Bina,

Aap Dono Salaamat Rahe,

Sabke Dil Mein Yeh Armaan Hai,

Dharti Pe Roop Maa Baap Ka,

Us Vidhaata Ki Pehchaan Hai,

Yeh To Sach Hai Ki Bhagwan Hai...

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वफ़ा

जब से घरों की जगह 

मकान बनने लगे हैं, 

जब से मंदिरों में 

दुकान सजने लगे हैं, 

बस तभी से वफ़ा 

नीलाम होने लगी है सड़कों पे, 

और बिकने लगा है बेमोल 

भगवान नुक्कड़ों पे.

दिल

मिल गया कभी परवरदिगार तो पूछूँगा....................

 जब बनाया था दिल तूने 

बताया नहीं क्यूँ तभी

 कि 

इतना तुनका है ये, 

टूटता रहेगा जब-तब छोटी-छोटी बातों पर.

To Remember Me

            The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
            When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my death bed, let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
            Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle, every fibre and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
            Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that some day a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
            Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
            If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.
            Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God.
            If, by chance, you wish to remember me do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
                                                                      -- Robert N.Test