Deewaro ke ude hue rang
Zindaggi se kuch yu milate hain…
Jubaan se nahi
Par khaamoshi se boht kuch keh jate hai….
Ye badhti umra ka takaja hai
Jo jhurriyo se baya hota hai..
Kitni kahaaniyaan dekhi is deewar ne
Ye iske rango se pata chalta hai…
Budhaape ka manjar to deewar ko bhi jhelna padta hai
Mausam ki maar jhel ke deewar ka rang bhi dhundhla padta hai..
Par insaan ki niyat hai khoti
Jo budhaape ki sachhai se bachna chahti hai
Hai deewar mai itni himmat
Ke choor hokar bhi
Mitti ban kaam aati hai……
Posted for Mundane’s Monday Challenge.
Fainted colors of the wall
Introduce us with the reality of vital spark
Not through speech
But speak a lot through their sleep…
It’s the legacy of grown age
Which is described through wrinkles
Many tales are inscribed in this wall
Is known by its fainted colors…
Even the wall has to bear the view of senelity
The colors of wall even faint tortured by the weather and calamity….
But the motive of person is so longing
Who wants to ignore the reality of senelity
Only the wall bears courage
That it proves valuable in the form of mud
Even when it shatters with a thud….