Mujhe Bhi Dard Hota Hai

Hi Friends,

Daily crores of trees are cut and been used for many purposes , i had tried to write this poem on behalf of a tree, hope you all will like this

Mujhe Bhi Dard Hota Hai

Mere haatho roopi daali ko kaata

Mere pairo roopi jaron ko kaata

Kaat ke palang banaya

Darwaje banaye aur ghar me show case bana ke mujhe sajaya

Jaan nahi bejaan hu yeh kehte hai sab

Insaan nahi kaagaj banana wala samaan hu yeh kehte hai sab

Kaun samjhaye ki jaan nahi hoti to kaise main badhta

Phool aur fal dekar kaise main sabka peth bharta

Haan woh bhool gaya  mujhme jaroor aawaz daalna

Par iska matlab nahi usko main yaad nahi

Dekh raha wo upar se mujhe katthey hue

Baccho ki kitaab aur mujhse hi apna mandir bante hue

Pedd hu pedd ki aawaaz, to sirf wahi sunta hai

Chalti jab mujhpe kulhariyan , to sirf wahi rota hai

Kehta hai kaisa maine tujhko dard diya

Aawaaz to le li aur apne hi insaano se katne ka sard diya

Kabhi koi sune teri to unhe yeh batla dena

Jo tu khatam ho gaya duniya se to ye shristi ne bhi nahi bachna

Chahte hai wey jeena to tere saath hi hoga

Tu khatam ho gaya to unka ghar bhi kabhi aabad na hoga

Bolna unhe tumhe kharonch bhi lage to kaise dard hota hai

Yaha to dard ke saath saath mera bin bolne wala dil bhi rota hai

Main chala jauga nahi to ek din yaha se door

Phir tum bhi aana mujhse milne swarg me jaroor

Haan main kaala hoon par dil ka kaala nahi

Tumne kaanta mujhe par main tumhe kaatuga nahi

Waha bhi tumhe main aise hi phool aur fal duga

Tum ek baar pyaar se bolna , main phir se tumhare saath dharti pe chal duga

Composed by Aamit

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