Ram Ki Khoj..

Khojne chala hu aaj main ram ko.
mandir bana k dikhaoga musalmaan ko.
ye soch kar utha li tulsi ki rachna.
janna tha aakhir kyu hoti h ram ki archana.
baal-kand se krishkanda-kand tak.
sundar-kand se uttara-kand tak.
vaikund se avadh tak.
avadh se lanka tak.
aur khoja to kai nayi kahani mili.
khuch suni to khuch unsuni mili.
kaise bana putr ram satrupa-manu ka.
kaise bana vanar saathi manu ka.
kaise bana pratapbhanu ravan.
aur kyu hua bhedi vibhisan.
sab khuch jaise khuch keh raha ho.
ram ke ramraaj me jaise paap ho raha ho.
Sita mon hokar jameen me dasi ja rahi h.
meri khoj kitabo se aage chali ja rahi h.
jo khoj musalmano k liye thi.
laakh jaane lekar mandir bannane k liye thi.
ab wo mujshe hi sawaal phuchti ja rahi h.
mujhe ram k kareeb leti ja rahi h.
ab khuch mulmano ko nahi dikhana h.
ab apno ko sach batana h.
jis ram ko hum mandir me dekhte the,
wo to bahar baitha subri k jhoote ber kha raha h.
jis ram ko hum patthar ki murat me dekhte the,
wo unhi pattharo ko ahilaya bana raha h.
sach kahu to ram har ek se sawaal kar raha h.
lanka jeet apno se haar kar keh raha h.
k arthi k alawa kya mera naam satye nahi hota?
kyu tera raaj ram-raaj nahi hota?
tu bata mujhe kyu laasho p mandir bana raha h?
aakhir mujhe chood tu kyu pattharo p mara ja raha h?
agar yehi sab karna h to mera naam lena chood de.
tu apne dard me mujhe pukarna chood de.
ye sab jo ram k sawaal the.
apne janam p pachtaate ek naam k sawaal the.
khabi krishn to khabi ram ki janambhoomi.
keh rahi h humse ye humari janambhoomi.
mat karo rakt-ranjit mere shareer ko.
jaga lo waqt rehte apne jameer ko.
varna fir koi ram janam lene p pachtaata reh jayega.
aur tu muslmano ko sirf dikhata reh jayega.....

by Vibhor K Bhardwaj

Comments (5)

xThis peom is a favorite.
A simple, and poignant, graveside piece that speaks for anyone dealing with the loss of a loved one.
this is the best poem i ever read! it got some heart
This brings such familiarity with it, such human-ness pours from it, loss, grief, love unspoken.... My mother passed 40 years ago and not a day goes by that the root of this poem, its essence has not wrenched from my soul... Life goes on, as they say, as do the years. But not really. How intensely beautifully Mr. Wilde described this part of us.
My favourite of his.