Saturday, October 24, 2009

A Tribute one of my favourite : કસુંબીનો રંગ

Every culture has a literary hero that comes once in an age. We may term Munshi Premchand to be one for Hindi, Shakespeare to be one for English. Zaverchand Meghani in my view is one such literary hero for Gujarat. His works, his life time has had no parallel in Gujarati literature (he was hence coferred the title of "National Poet" by Bapu). And there is one poetry that he wrote in his life time that is close to my heart since my child hood. Its called "Kasumbi no Rang".

Kasumbo - has multiple meanings. Though primarily its a flower that gives the saffron color. "Kasumbi no Rang" - The color of Kasumbi is hence Saffron. A hindi parallel for it would be "Basanti". So like Basanti throughout Gujarati literature Kasumbi color is used to depict patriotism. Saffron is also used as a color of religious fervor.

So "Kasumbi no Rang" happens to be the only Gujarati patriotic Song from the preindependence era, that has touched hearts and lifes of many Gujaratis. And Zaverchand Meghani who wrote the same and was flagbearer of Gujarati literature all his life was a person who dreamt of a better India like all his contemporaries. There is a lot we have done to realize that dream and there is a lot that we have messed up. Here is a tribute to the Great Poem Kasumbi no Rang from my side. I am not sure if I will be able to translate this.

Here is my Tribute to the Great Poem :
કસુંબી નો રંગ

ભાઈ અમે બોળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,
મેઘાણી અમે બોળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,

શહીદો ની અગન થી ને લીલા બલિદાનો થી, તે જે ચોળ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ,
ભીતર ની ભૂખ ને, બે પલ ના સુખ કાજ, બિસ્મિલ અમે હોળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,

..... મેઘાણી અમે...

ગિરનારી મનસા લઈ ભીષણ રાત્રીઑ મા થી તે જે કાઢ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,
હુલ્લડ તોફાનો ને, રક્ત ભરી તલવારો પર અમે ઍ રોળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,

... મેઘાણી અમે...

બૅની ના હાલારડા ઑ ને, માતા ના ધાવણ મા તે જે ભાળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,
નરોડા ના ચોગે છુપાઈ કસૂંબા ના છોગે નિર્વસ્ત્ર અમે બાળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,

... મેઘાણી અમે...

લીન ભક્તો ના તંબૂરે ને રંગીન કવિઓ ના સુરે, જે તે સાંભળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,
પશ્ચિમ ની તાલે, ભરેલા મદિરા ના પ્યાલે, બેફીકર અમે ઘોળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ.

.. મેઘાણી અમે...

સોરઠ ના પાણી, કુરબાની ઑ ની રવિન્દ્ર વાણી મા તે જે માણ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,
સંતો ના ભૂખ્યાફારસે ને, નેતાઑ ના શિયાળી ભાષણે મચ્કોળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,

... મેઘાણી અમે....

નવા જવેર નવા સરદાર ને નવા મોહન ની વાટે છે હવે સળવળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,
નવલી ધરતી, નવા ઉદાહરણ કાજ મુક્તિ ના દ્વારે અરજે છે વળ્ગયો કસુંબી નો રંગ,

.... મેઘાણી અમે ....

ભાઈ અમે બોળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,
મેઘાણી અમે બોળ્યો કસુંબી નો રંગ,

There are a few things that I need to make a footnote of here for all who can read this poem. "Sorath Tara Vehta Paani" is one of the best thing to happen to Gujarati prose. Zaverchand Meghani had started writing with a translation of Ravindranath Tagore's works in 1922 in the book - "Kurbaani-ni-Kathao" (Stories of Martyrdom).

The Original Poem by Zaverchand Meghani which is to Guajrati what Bismil's "Rang de basanti chola" is to Hindi goes as :

લાગ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ -
રાજ, મને લાગ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ !

જનનીના હૈયામાં પોઢંતા પોઢંતા પીધો કસુંબીનો રંગ;
ધોળાં ધાવણ કેરી ધારાએ ધારાએ પામ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ. - રાજ..

બહેનીને કંઠે નીતરતાં હાલરડાંમાં ઘોળ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ;
ભીષણ રાત્રિ કેરા પહાડોની ત્રાડોએ ચોળ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ. - રાજ..

દુનિયાના વીરોનાં લીલાં બલિદાનોમાં ભભક્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ;
સાગરને પાળે સ્વાધીનતાની કબરોમાં મહેક્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ. - રાજ..

ભક્તોના તંબૂરથી ટપકેલો મસ્તીભર ચાખ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ;
વહાલી દિલદારાના પગની મેંદી પરથી ચૂમ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ - રાજ..

નવલી દુનિયા કેરાં સ્વપ્નોમાં કવિઓએ ગાયો કસુંબીનો રંગ;
મુક્તિને ક્યારે નિજ રક્તો રેડણહારે પાયો કસુંબીનો રંગ. - રાજ…

પિડિતની આંસુડાધારે - હાહાકારે રેલ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ;
શહીદોના ધગધગતા નિઃશ્વાસે નિઃશ્વાસે સળગ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ. - રાજ

ધરતીનાં ભૂખ્યાં કંગાલોને ગાલે છલકાયો કસુંબીનો રંગ;
બિસ્મિલ બેટાઓની માતાને ભાલે મલકાયો કસુંબીનો રંગ. - રાજ…

ઘોળી ઘોળી પ્યાલા ભરિયા : રંગીલા હો ! પીજો કસુંબીનો રંગ;
દોરંગાં દેખીને ડરિયાં : ટેકીલા તમે! હોંશિલા તમે ! રંગીલા તમે લેજો કસુંબીનો રંગ!

રાજ, મને લાગ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ -
લાગ્યો કસુંબીનો રંગ !

A Romantic Poem After A long Time :अब तुम अपनी कहोना क्या जानो

एक काँच पे ठहरे कोहरे से, हम नाम तुम्हारा लिखते थे,
धूप की पहली किरनो में तुम खुद को खोना क्या जानो,

तुम आओगी सोच मन ही मन सौ बातें तुमसे करते थे,
बेफ़िज़ूल इंतेज़ार में बैठ कलम पे फूल पिरोना क्या जानो,

एक चेहरा सा बन जाताथा, हररात तारों के जुड़ जाने से,
तुम बिना चाँद की रातों में, वो आँगन में सोना क्या जानो,

बेफिकर कॉलेज की छत पे, जब चाइ की चुस्की चलती थी,
कानो को छुते मेरे हाथों में,थी ज़ुल्फ खिलोना क्या जानो,

बारिश की बूंदे बालोसे निकल जब गालो पे रुक सी जाती थी
एक छाते में सुखी बाज़ू पे, खुद को तुमसे भिगोना क्या

जानोइतनी सारी मेरी यादो में, तुम ना होके भी होना क्या जानो,
मेरी बातें जान के सारी, अब तुम अपनी कहोना क्या जानो

Poem : What is life if not this moment?

What Is Life If Not This Moment?
-Jaykumar Shah

Is life like an old coin of a pai?
Obscure, rare, definitely invaluable,
Or is it like a bird flying high?
Looks small; songs sound like babble;
A small child with his gummy grin,
An old man, a child he had been,
A young girl flaunting her new pink Tee,
Only a mother now, Lot she wished to be,
Look at them, they all have a life of own,
But is life this moment, or all moments gone?
The smooth blue sky etched white with clouds,
Or the Rough terrace concrete, with no shrouds,
The inkless pen lying in the old little school bags,
Or music of a rupee coin on the bowl that begs,
Noise of a hundred cars in the mindless traffic's flurry,
Or a wordless kiss first, less tender but a lot in a hurry,
Is life like those things that I know not how to define?
Or is it as simple as carrom, my mom, and sunshine?
Is life like an old Rafi song, with lyrics forgotten?
Or like a Relay race you cant run without a baton?
Is it like a long shot pic of an intended close-up?
Is it the airport lounge, to take the next flight up?

Who knows and who would know what life is?
Live every moment, as one of it death won't miss.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Bachho Ki Kahani Bado Ka Sach - Poem

हररोज़ नये है करतब उसके, हररोज़ नयी कहानी है,
परिओ को है देखा उसने, राजा-रानी की बातें ज़ुबानी है
बस कल की थी ये बात जब उसको सुन शिवाजी के किस्से,
छोटी काग़ज़ की तलवारों से, मुगलो के जा करने थे हिस्से,
फिर एक रोज़ बन हनुमान उसे सीता माता को बचाना था,
और दूसरे ही दिन नटखट क्रिश्न बन, वृंदावन को जाना था,
एक दिन पूछ रहा था, "माँ, तुम झाँसी की रानी क्यों नहीहो ?"
"क्योकि तेरी मा हू" बोलू उससे पहले , खो गया सपनो में वो,
फिर कभी उड़ना चाहा, टीवी में एक सुपेरमेन को देख कर,
जान गयी,स्पाइडरमेन के जाले बनेंगे मच्छरदानी फैक कर,
कभी दिल को रख लेता मेरे, कह में अल्लादीन की जीनी हू,
कभी कहे फिर, अलिफ लैला से आयामें सींदबाद सेनानी हू,



उसके लिए इस दुनिया में, कहानी के सच से आगे कुछ भी नही,
उसको देख ये सीखा है, मानो तो सब है, ना मानो तो कुछ भी नही



फिर कभी अकेले में जब सोचती हू उसकीसारी बातों पे कहानी पे,
लगता है बड़े होते होते उसने, खुद की दुनिया को ही नही जानी है,
सूरज से दादा का रिस्ता और चंदा मामा की बातें कब सच्ची थी,
पर मुझको भी यही झूठ पिलाया गया था, जब में भी बच्ची थी,
मुजसे भी तो परिओ ने की थी बातें, कभी मैं भी तो सिंडरेला थी,
कभी तारों से, कभी बुढ़िया जैसे चाँद से, माँ कहानिया थी ले आती,
इन कहानीओ से आगे की दुनिया, नयी बातें ज़िंदगी दिखलाती है,
उन बातों में परीया नही, जिन नही, ये बातें कोई बेसुरे सा गाती है,



ना सींदबाद, ना बीरबल , ना सिंडरेला ईन नन्हे बच्चों को जीना सिखाएगी,
हम माँए क्या इस दुनिया में, कभी ज़िंदगी की कहानियाँ ही ना सुनाएगी?

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Poem - 23rd March 1931

A friend's blog inspired this poem.

23rd March 1931
उँची उँची दीवारो के पार, जैल में आज़ादी जन्मी थी,
शहीदो की शाम थी वो, फाँसी से मोहब्बत जन्मी थी,
सह्याद्रि के पर्बत चुप थे, सतलज भी धीरे बह रही थी,
"एक और होता तो वो भी तेरे नाम" माँए कह रही थी,
बिस्मिल के शब्दों को गा, साथ हिन्दुस्तान सारा लेकर
आख़िरी बार चले थे फिर वो, "इंक़लाब" का नारा लेकर

एक भगत था, एक गुरु था, एक देवो का था शुख,
जयघोष उठे थे गलियारो से, आज़ादी को था रुख़,
वो क्रॉस भी हुक्मरानों का, उस दिन बसंती रंगा था,
ना सिंह ना राज थे, वो रंग थे, उनसे बना तिरंगा था,
एक जलते सपने के संग, खौलते खून का पारा लेकर,
आख़िरी बार चले थे फिर वो, "इंक़लाब" का नारा लेकर

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Death Of The Chairman - A long long poem I loved writing

Death Of The Chairman
A Poem By Jaykumar Shah

Part 1 - DOTC
There was an excitement, palpable in air,
A new board meeting, something to bare,
Is he planning to sell his stocks to market?,
Or is it about the new acquisition target ?
For employees here are consumers too,
And the top management they look up to,

In the WORLD’s company there is lot to prod,
And they worship with heart chairman GOD,
Today, it seems, he has a new story to share,
A new board meeting, has something to bare,


Chairman was working overtime in his room,
Everyone else waited in the big board room,
A man thin and feeble, Chairman’s close ally,
Entered the dais, came from backstage alley,
“Virtue, why do you look so shocked and sad?”
“Folks, I just found that our chairman is dead!”
“For GOD’s sake, he cannot die you are lying!”
A short pudgy man, a police, then came flying,
“Gentleman and ladies,” said the pudgy man,“
You chairman is dead, it is all going insane,
I doubt treason, a cold blooded kill it looks,
Clues we search here, in corners and nooks,
Murderer we suspect, from this group he hailed
We need to find the one whose morality failed”
______________________________________________
Part 2 - DOTC
The board, some employees and a competitor,
were all to be questioned by the interrogator,
All aghast knew not what in the WORLD to believe,
All feared worst, “Oh GOD, do they think it’s me?”

The short pudgy man had evidences few,
Guesses and trick he had to use here new,
He went to visit the scene of the big crime,
Saw, a paper, a pen and half-glass of lime,
The hands had the cuts with blood flowing,
On paper it ran, with paper clarity blowing,
In between the red, “Dear D....”read blue,
The letter, he knew, would give a big clue,
The pen was cheap and wasn’t of a rich men,
The doors and windows were unusually open,

There was a knife in GOD’s heart, stabbed plain,
Someone killed GOD, It’s an act of out-of –brain,
GOD was lying with his eyes closed and face calm,
Pudgy man felt bad, to pray he brought up his palm,
The best in the business of hearing prayers was dead,
Confused he paused and saw the wound had not bled,
Saw a few muddy footsteps of local shoe on the floor,
To and fro it ran, between GOD’s chair and open door
For questioning he knew he was now better equipped,
He checked the CCTV footage, real time it had blipped,
The fingerprints on all objects he had to analyze,
He got the list of men who met GOD since sunrise.
______________________________________________

Part 3 - DOTC
He went back to a room for interrogation,
Called one by one, everyone for a question,
He knew he had to find a good motive to kill,
In the WORLD had to measure GOD’s goodwill,

First came in a man, with a typical colorful look,
“I am religion” he started , as the hands shook,
“Not just a boss, a good friend he always had been”,
Pudgy noticed his Saffron tie and the glasses green,
He stared Religion and asked a question straight,
“Did you kill him? On his death supremacy you get!”
“Oh surely he hated me for bringing me on board,”
His reply started like a sincere but out-of-tune bard,
“People, the employees and the consumer all alike,
Followed me blindly, as I was his face and his mic,”
Pudgy got the point that rivalry they both could have had,
But religion overpowered GOD, and did not find him bad,
“Tell me Frankly Mr.Religion, will the followers miss him?”
“Not at all, they never followed him”, he said with a grin
Pudgy did not like him, he thought better to follow reason,
He checked his shoes, asked for the pen, and his liaison
______________________________________________
Part 4 - DOTC
Then came a man in his red suit and fiery red eyes,
Pudgy could hear his mind let out a few scary cries,
“How come a competitor is here, without his will?”
He brought out his ugly hands from red, “I, DEVIL” ,
His smiling teeth were brown or were it blood red,
His smell paralyzed pudgy as the questioning he led,
“you want to ask why I am where I should not be?”“
Answer is simple, I had to be here, as he called me,”
“Why? I know is what you would be your question next,
because my daughters work here, would put it to rest.”
Money, Love, gluttony and knowledge, all work here,
When they will grow unbarred, they will join me there,
I understand it wasn’t them he wanted to discuss with me,
It was some silly chap “Human”, that was supposed to be,
More I know not, but I want to assure you a thing one,
I could not have killed him, Never I will kill that person,
For he was the reason I exist, he completed me to core,
Frankly, if he is dead, I want this WORLD of his no more.”
Silent Pudgy got a chance to speak, “Sir,” with respect,
“We had got a letter from the place that we did inspect”
It said, “Dear D…. and a few words that we are yet to read,
Is it by any chance a mention for us, which to you can lead?
“Oh My GOD!”, “If it is for me, I feel sorry now for the word,
“Dear”?! He said relishing the after taste of the GOD’s word,
“Let me be straight, I will,
It is not me, who did kill,
If it were me, aloud I would have said,
As, the only one above me is now laid.”
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Part 5 - DOTC
Something told Pudgy that the man was sincere,
But to trust him would be the last thing to fear,
“Bring in his daughters,” asked pudgy in a thought,
The four beautiful damsels were slowly brought,

Love invoked in him desires through her skin dark,
Money sweet, made his heart, miss a beating mark,
Gluttony was fat, but he knew she had her skills,
Fourth was smart, like a dame from Boons and mills,
“Sisters!”, pudgy found it difficult to speak that word,
“Who amongst you could have idea of the killing bird?”
Innocent they looked as they made those dovey eyes,
“Not us” was their elaborate answer made concise,
“I came in today morning to meet the chairman”
Money said, “we were attended by the barman”
“As I reported, I took a cup of tea, he his usual lime,
I could not have thought that there would be crime
There was also to discuss a matter personal,
I don’t want to share, it had nothing criminal,”
Pudgy did not say a word to press the bell,
he knew what was it that she did not tell,
The letter that the GOD was writing was decoded,
And the Human in doubt was now to be recorded
“Ladies,” he said, with a softness not known,
“Thank you for the time and interest shown”
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Part 6 - DOTC
The simple employee, the Human, was called in blunt,
“Welcome sir, you are the last but the most important”
The man in his ragged clothes, bearded, looked so hungry,
He did all asked by GOD and his board, few things sundry,
“You have any idea about the death of the Chariman?”
“I have but I fear you would say that I killed my man!”
“No, don’t worry”, is how he assured the poor chap,
“I know you can’t kill, you loved him, it’s a mishap.”

“I had met him in the morning, after the rains stopped,
I had come here to submit my resignation but flopped,
With his head on the table I saw him on my visit short,
No cross but with a cut on his arms and stab in his heart,
I felt I am losing all the faith that I had in life,
My GOD was dead taking in a wound of knife,
“Trust me I did not kill him, How could I have,
All I have, All I ever had, all is all that he gave,”
“Why did you want to resign?” Human did not see it coming,
“That was for reasons personal,” it reminded Pudgy something,
“And I guess you would not like that to share” smiling said he,
“Yes you are right, I would not like that” was the reply to be.
“Thank you Human, for being a Man
For telling your part of the story then”
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Part 7 - DOTC
Now as Pudgy sat, opposite the dead body of the great,
He thought of the evidences from the people he had met,
He closed his eyes and thought of the great GOD’s morning,
He saw him get off his car, and enter the building, singing,
He thought of him making usual errands, and a special call,
Then he saw him taking up a paper and to write the pen-ball,
“Dear DEVIL,” He must have wrote, for the invitee he had got,
“This is about my man who loves your daughter,” he wrote,
He then thought of Money entering the office in time,
And as she reported, barman brought a tea and a lime,
He did not finish the lime as he talked, the cup of tea was taken,
The one who came next would have been in rage and little shaken,
What happened in between he did see clearly now,
And he went to the room to tell it to the others in row,

“Friends, it would be good if you can tell me,
If anyone was involved in killing the Big G.
If You don’t, I know the story in total,
About a love story and hate full throttle”
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Part 8 - DOTC

“I don’t want to be embarrassed”, said the Human coming forward,
I went there to kill him, but someone already had, in day light broad,
I was bought in by the DEVIL for my love for his eldest daughter money”,
He then turned to her to say, “I really, really, really loved you honey”

But she had a different grin on her face, For him a look full of disgust,
Pudgy looked at Human with sympathy, ‘She was not worth your trust’
“Well before you went and after the usual calls, Money was called to GOD,
Money would you like to take the tea and the lime story a little forward?"

“Yes, I know you have found it for all to see,
In his lime there was poison added by - me,
Human loved me, though I used him for joy
Look at him, he cries for me like a silly boy ”
The money thought of the good man dead,
But her blood of DEVIL’s was not that well bred,
“Beautiful, you will be shocked to know it wasn’t you
And Mr. Religion, It wasn’t the knife that You used too”

“Oh GOD! You knew I was the one to stab said him,
“Chances of anyone else doing it in rage was slim”
“In hurry you did not notice those cuts on GOD’s hands,
And also not the blood that ran on the letter bands,
you did not notice that there was poison in his glass,
Not even that without him you hardly have any class
I wish I could have arrested you for killing the GOD,
But I could not in name of duty, kill this GODless rot,
He saw his man, dear Human, you, giving him up for money,
He saw his girls, born out of DEVIL working for him act funny,
He saw the DEVIL working on GOD’s blood with his own,
He wanted to give away the WORLD, to paths he had shown,
He wanted to keep you away religion, out of the mess,
But it was you who kept hitting the already dead dress,
He could not see his WORLD, taking a moral slide,
For you all, he left the WORLD committing a suicide”
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"ही काय पद्धति आहे"

एक आम दिन, खुश होने, त्योहार मनाने,
खुशियाँ बाटने, कुछ झूठी मुस्कान लुटाने,
शॉपिंग की इच्छा से,
निकले अपनी बजाज पे,
श्रीमती जी भी साथ थी,
उनको गहनो की आस थी,
गाँधी रोड जाएँगे,
पैसे भी उड़ाएंगे,
कॉलेज की लड़कियो सा बैठ बोली, "चलेंगे?
"मैं समज गया इस दसेरे पे दीवाली मनाएँगे,
ट्रॅफिक खूब था पतीओ की गाड़ी से,
रिझाना चाहे सब बीवी को सारी से,
इसी कशमकश में,
अपनी श्रीमती जी के वश में,
सोचते सोचते जा रहा था रोड पे,
भूल गया में एक सिग्नल था मोड़ पे,
ट्रॅफिक पोलीस ने सिटी मारी,
कहा साइड आओ बांके बिहारी,
बोले "रोड क्या तेरे बाप की है"
में डर गया, बोला "मेरी नही आप की है"
उसको समज में आया ये परदेसी है,
बीवी बोली इंग्लीश में जैसे विदेशी है,
वो घुर्राया, चिल्लाया, उसका नया सा अब ठाट था,
"तुम्ही पाहिजे तसा चलवता पाहिजे तसा थाम्बता"
हम समज नही पाए,
"ही काय पद्धति आहे?"
"सॉरी सर, नही दिखा सिग्नल,"
श्रीमती जी शांत थी में था जैसे क्रिमिनल,
"पावती फटेगी ५०० की", बोला हो के लाल पीला,
लो भाई फिर हो गया, कंगाली में आटा गीला,
में नादान भाव तोल का कच्चा हू,
वो बोला PUC दू तो ही अच्छा हू,
"PUC तो साथ नही लाए,
बोला फिर, "ही काय पद्धति आहे"
तभी बड़ी एक कार में, छोटा सा एक राजकुमार,
सिग्नल तोड़ता पकड़ा गया, गाड़ी करली एक पार,
बिना निकले, ५०० निकाले,
बोला, " खाओ, जाने दो साले"
"देखा, ऐसे जल्दी निकल जाते है,
इतना सारा नही बतियाते है,
५० दे और चलता बन इस से,
या गाड़ी ले जाना ओफिस से,"
में बोला "पावती दो,पैसे में ५०० दूँगा"
"ठीक है गाड़ी भी में कल ही दूँगा"
में क्या कर सकता था, दबा डरा सोच रहा था,
"तुम पैसो के पुजारी, सारी शर्म छोड़ चुके हो,"
यही सोच गुस्साया, कोई चोरी की हो लक्ष्मानरेखा,
मेंने इसके बाद, श्रीमती जी की और डर के देखा,
अब वो घुर्रा रही थी, उसका नया ठाट था,
बस ले घर जाना था, में ना साहबलाट था,
घर पहुच सोचा किया आज रावण दहन,
और श्रीमती जी थी अब भी एक गुस्सा पहन
,"सॉरी" बोला धीरे से, और मन में कुछ और बात थी,
"थॅंक यू" हवलदार सब, ५०० की पावती के साथ भी,
आपने मुजको जो पावती चिपकाई,
उसने १०००० की शॉपिंग ५०० में निपटाई

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