Winter ...

Thithurti hui thand ko badati sard hawa,

Oos ki boondein se lipte hue patte,

Dhund ki chaadar ko oode hue dharti,

In sab se sawra hai sardi ka ye mausam.

Bade kasth se sawere ko uthna,

Garam thande pani se jee bhar ke nahana,

Kanpte kanpte wo kapdo ko pehnna,

Or Mummy ka jabardasti jacket or topi lagwana.

Bus me beth kar khidki se jhakne ki wo koshish,

Phir parde se seeshon pe jami nami ko pochna,

Haathon se khud ko kas ke jakarna,

Phir garmi lagne par jacket hathana.

Office me ghusne se pehli ki wo chand kadme,

Wo chehre pe apne, gili hawa ka takrana,

Sang chalte wo kapdo se dhake rang birange sehkarmi,

Or unhe dekh kar mand mand muskana.

Kursi pe apne jacket ko latkana,

Or waise hi bina jacket ke bahar chale jana,

Haatho me lekar coffee ke mug ko,

Is mastane mausam ka lutf uthana.

Dopahar ke samae dhund ko cheerti wo Suraj ki kirane,

Or kirano ki baarish se har staha ka chamakna,

Us Dhoop se khud ko niharne ke liye,

Wo dosto ke saath campus ka chakar lagana.

In haseen lamho ka ye mausam,

On lamho ka mere dil ko behlana,

Bhale cheen lo mujhse do din ke liye saawan,

Par kabhi na ruke in sardiyon ka aana.