Ksheen, kshudra, kshanbhangur, durbal
maanav mitti kaa pyaalaa,
bhari hui hai jiske andar
katu-madhu jivan ki haalaa,
mrityu bani hai nirdaya saaki
apne shat-shat kar phailaa,
kaal prabal hai peenewaalaa,
sansriti hai yah madhushala.
yam aayegaa saaki bankar
saath liye kaali haalaa,
pi na hosh me phir aayegaa
sura-visudh yah matwaalaa,
yah antim behoshi, antim saaki,
antim pyaalaa hai,
pathik pyaar se pinaa isko
phir na milegi madhushala.
shant saki ho ab tak, saaki,
pikar kis ur ki jwaalaa,
‘aur, aur’ ki ratan lagaataa
jaataa har pinewaalaa,
kitni ichaayen har jaanewaalaa
chod yahaan jaataa !
kitne armaanon ki bankar
kabr khadi hai madhushala.
jo haalaa mai chaah rahaa thaa,
wah na mili mujhko haalaa,
jo pyaalaa mai maang rahaa thaa,
wah na milaa mujhko pyaalaa,
jis saaki ke peeche mai thaa
diwaanaa, na milaa saaki,
jiske peeche thaa mai paagal,
haa na mili wah madhushala.
dekh rahaa hoon apne aage
kab se maanik – si haalaa,
dekh rahaa hoon apne aage
kab se kanchan kaa pyaalaa,
‘bas ab paayaa!’ – kah-kah kab se
daud rahaa iske peeche,
kintu rahi hai door kshitij-si
mujhse meri madhushala.
