Jamshedpur ki galiyon se nikla ek ladka,
Muskurata, sabka apna, dil se halka।
Dosti uske liye jaise saans si thi,
Jahan gaya, log uske apne ban jaate the।
Master ki talash mein chala tha door,
Ek naya sheher, naye raaste, naye dastoor।
Wahin ek ladki mili—shaant, par baatein geheri,
Jaise har lafz uska mere dil mein utarta jaaye dheere-dheere।
Pehle dosti, phir aadat, phir ek roshni ka ehsaas,
College ke har mod pe woh saath—jaise saans ke paas।
Ek hi bench, ek hi kitaab,
Lunch ka aadha hissa, library ki khamosh baat।
Shaam ki canteen, gupchup wali aunty ka thela,
Hasna, chalna, phir raat tak sheher mein ghoomna akela।
Log hamesha puchte, “ye dono kya hai?”
Hum bas muskura ke kehte — “sirf ache dost hai…”
Waqt ke sath dosti mein mohabbat ghul gayi thi,
Bina kahe, dil use har din chahne laga tha।
Par zindagi ke panne hamesha seedhe nahi hote,
Ek naya charitra uski kahani mein aa gaya tha।
Uski aankhon mein ab kisi aur ka sapna tha,
Aur mere sapne… bas khamoshi ka ek paimana।
Kaha, samjha, roka bhi thoda,
Par mohabbat thi… majboori nahi banana chaha।
Phir usne apni duniya basayi,
Aur main apne dil ko dosti mein chhupaye raha।
Aaj bhi hai woh meri zindagi ki sabse pavitra pehchan,
Na kabhi kam hui, na kabhi bejaan।
Hamari dosti — ek mandir ke deepak si hai,
Jo prem se jala, par kabhi jalaya nahi।
Mohabbat thi, hai, rahegi —
Par ab wo rishta moh se zyada pavitra hai,
sach kehna, dosti se gehra kuch aur nahi।
