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An oil painting by my mother Dr.Meera Verma depicting the communal riots….

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ईश्वर तेरी इस दुनिया में….

यूँ कब तक जीते जायें हम ?

और जलते हुए इन रस्तों पर​….

यूँ गीत कहाँ तक गायें हम ?

कठपुतलियों के इन शहरों में-

इन्सां को कौन पूछता है ?

इन आग लगाने वालों में-

सावन को कौन पूछता है ?

अब इन्द्रधनुष के रंगों में-

सिर्फ़ लाल रंग क्यूँ दिखता है ?

इन गीतों की इस सरगम में-

क्यूँ चीत्कार सा सुनता है ?

चुभते हुए इन काँटों में-

फूल देख कब तक मुस्कायें हम ?

ईश्वर तेरी इस दुनिया में….

यूँ कब तक जीते जायें हम ?

जहाँ रक्षक ही तो भक्षक है-

और चोर ही बन गया प्रहरी है,

जहाँ भेस बदल कर दानव ही

देखो देवदूत-सा दिखता है

और शैतान भी शर्मा जायेगा,

जब अपने मुँह से वो कहता है-

“जो होता है वो होने दो !

जो रोता है उसे रोने दो !”

तपते हुए इस घायल दिल पर​—–

चाँदनी का मरहम कब तक लगायें हम ?

ईश्वर तेरी इस दुनिया में….

यूँ कब तक जीते जायें हम ?

म​णि

Ishwar teri is duniya mein….

Yun kab tak jeete jaayein hum ?

Aur jalte hue in raston par….

Yun geet kahaan tak gaayein hum ?

Kathputliyon ke in sheharon mein-

Insaan ko kaun poochhta hai?

In aag lagaane waalon mein-

Saawan ko kaun poochhta hai?

Ab indradhanush ke rangon mein-

Sirf laal rang kyun dikhta hai?

In geeton ki is sargam mein-

Kyun cheetkaar sa sunta hai?

Chubhte hue in kaanton mein-

Phool dekh kab tak muskaayein hum?

Ishwar teri is duniya mein….

Yun kab tak jeete jaayein hum ?

Jahaan rakshak hi to bhakshak hai,

Aur chor hi ban gaya prehari hai,

Jahaan bhes badal kar daanav hi-

Dekho, Devdoot-sa dikhta hai

Aur shaitaan bhi sharmaa jaayega,

Jab apne munh se wo kehta hai-

“Jo hota hai wo hone do!

Jo rota hai use rone do!”

Tapte hue is ghaayal dil par,

Chaandni ka marham kab tak lagaayein hum?

Ishwar teri is duniya mein….

Yun kab tak jeete jaayein hum ?

The English translation of these lines are as follows-

O God! In this world of yours….

Till when do I live in this way?

On these burning paths…..

Till when do I sing songs this way?

In these cities of puppets-

Who cares about humans?

Amongst those who want to start a fire-

Who cares about the rains?

Now in the colours of rainbow-

Why do I see only the red colour?

In the notations of these songs-

Why do I hear heart-rending cries ?

Amongst these piercing thorns-

Till when do I see the flowers and smile?

O God! In this world of yours….

Till when do I live in this way?

Where the protector himself is the predator,

And thief himself has become the sentinel

Where demon has guised himself-

And looks like a Godsent angel

And the Devil himself will be embarrassed,

When he utters these foul-mouthed words-

“Whatever happens,Let it happen!

Whoever cries, Let him cry!”

On this fevered and wounded heart of mine…

Till when do I apply moonlight as the medication?

O God! In this world of yours….

Till when do I live in this way?

Mani

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