lo ayi hai fir se holi
dikhte hain rang gulaal wahi,neele,peele aur laal wahi
per kyun badla-badla hai,holi ati har saal wahi.
har chehra hansta dikhta hai,per wo pahle si baat nahin,
yun kush dikhne ki koshish main,wo raunak wo jazbaat nahin,
ab rishte uljhe-uljhe hain,har cheez banawat lagti hai,
wo pahle jaisa pyar kahan,wo pahle sa tyohaar kahan?
na rang pyar ka pakka hai aur na wo meethi boli hai.
lo ayi fir se holi hai!!
dikhte hain rang gulaal wahi,neele,peele aur laal wahi
per kyun badla-badla hai,holi ati har saal wahi.
har chehra hansta dikhta hai,per wo pahle si baat nahin,
yun kush dikhne ki koshish main,wo raunak wo jazbaat nahin,
ab rishte uljhe-uljhe hain,har cheez banawat lagti hai,
wo pahle jaisa pyar kahan,wo pahle sa tyohaar kahan?
na rang pyar ka pakka hai aur na wo meethi boli hai.
lo ayi fir se holi hai!!
Thank god .. this blog has got someting in relation to the society and culture ... :) .. thanks ... this thing that the festivals are no more the same has clicked my mind many times but i cudn't figure out any obvious reason for this other than my age .. i guess i enjoyed the festivals those times coz i was younger .. :) ...
ReplyDeleteshort, sweet, and impacting poem ..
na gaaliyo ki wo boli hai..na bhang ki ab wo goli hai...
ReplyDeletefeeki feeki sadi sadi aayi fir se holi hai....
shukriya arvind,meri kavita ko padne k liye aur apne kuch shabd jodne k liye:)
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