Hum kabhi alvida na kahen.
Ek din aisa bhi aata hai, jab ghar jaisa sthaan chhodna padta hai.
Jahan seva ki thi, wahin se vida lena sabse kathin hota hai.
Maine jo diya, woh kartavya nahin tha—woh hriday se nikla tha.
Rasoi ki har sugandh mein meri bhaavna thi.
Har shabd jo bola, woh shraddha se janma tha.
Kabhi-kabhi krodh bhi aaya, par woh bhi sachchai se hi utha tha.
Aaj main door ja raha hoon, jaise Krishna ek din Vrindavan se chala gaya.
Maa ka aangan peeche reh jaata hai, par prem kabhi peeche nahin chhootta.
Jo kuch yahan seekha aur diya, wahi meri yatra ka prakaash rahega.
Vida ka arth ant nahin hota—kabhi-kabhi yeh ek shaant aashirvaad hota hai.
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