Jab bachpan tumhari godh mein aaney se katrane lage,
Jab maa ki kokh se jhankti zindagi bahar aaney se ghabrane lage,
Samjho kuch galat hai..
Jab talwarein phoolon par zor aazmane lagein,
Jab masoom ankhon mein khauf nazar aane lagein,
Samjho kuch galat hai..
Jab oas ki boondon ko hatheliyon pe nahin hathiyaron ki nok par theherna ho,
Jab nanhe nanhe talwon ko aag se guzarna ho,
Samjho kuch galat hai..
Jab kilkariyan sahem jayein,
Jab totli boliyan khamosh ho jayein,
Samjho kuch galat hai..
Jab insaaniyat ki niyat kharab ho jaye,
Jab jalte hue angaare bhi khaak ho jaye,
Jab sard hawa ke jhoke tez ho jaye,
Jab sapne sukhe patto ki tarah bikhar jaye,
Samjho kuch galat hai..
Kuch nahin bahut kuch galat hai,
Kyonki zor se barish honi chahiye thi,
Poori duniya mein har jagah, tapakne chahiye the aansoo,
Rona chahiye tha upar wale ko aasman se phoot phoot kar,
Sharm se jhukni chahiye thi insaani sabhyata ki gardanein,
Shok nahin soch ka waqt hai,
Matam nahin sawalon ka waqt hai,
Agar iske baad bhi sar utha kar khada ho sakta hai insaan,
Samjho ki kuch galat hai..
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A/N : This is a beautiful poem penned by an Indian lyricist Prasson Joshi as a tribute for the victims of the recent massacre in Peshawar (Pakistan). I read it in newspaper today morning and wanted to share with you all. Sorry for those who can't understand Hindi, I didn't wanted to translate and take the beauty of it.
The lines in Italic are written by a good friend of mine, I included them as well.
