MERA SACHA MITRA.

Ek din baithi thi main kuch gumsum aur udas si,

Khil uthi yadon ki kaliyan sirf uske nam ki.

Yaad a gaye vo pal jo maine yahan bitaye the,

Aur yaad a gaye vo dost jo maine yahan banaye the.

Yahi thi wo jagah jahan maine apna pehla kadam badhaya tha,

Kitabein aur kalam ko apna sacha mitra banaya tha.

Man ke andhkar se door roshini se parichit karaya,

Aur usne mera samna ek naye sansar se karaya.

Na tha koi gham na thi koi mushkile yahan,

Zindagi ko pas se janne ka ek mauka mila yahan.

Yahan ayi to thi ek nanhi ladki bankar,

Le ja rhi hun ghyan ki potli bharkar.

Ek rishta sa ban gaya tha yahan par in barah salon mein,

Kadam hi na hatt _te the is GHAR KE ANGAN SE.

Isi ne sihkaya mujhe ek doosre par vishwas karna,

Aur isi ne sikhaya mujhe ek doosre ka satkar karna.

KYA NHI JANNA CHAHENGE KI YE AKHIR HAI KON?

"AJ BHI NARM HOTI HAIN MERI ANKHEIN,

AJ BHI SAR GARV SE UTH JATA HAI,

JAB DEKHTI HUN APNE VIDYALAYA KO TO HRIDAYA,

MERA PRAFULLIT HO JATA HAI."