ek tinka rookha rookha sa hawa ke sang udata girta sa sooch raha tha aur kini doori par ja kar thaah milegi? kabhi idhar to kabhi udhar aphi marzi se titar bitar abhi talak sab mazeedar tha iss ke aage koi raah milegi? hawa nigodi allahad ghodi boli tinke tu pagal hai main le chalti hunn tujhko pass hi taal hai taal main jal hai sooch main doobe jaane se accha tu paani main doob ke tar ja teri life ka kuch nahi hoga chaahe jee le, ya phir marr ja be-fikar tinka be-darr tinka taal ke paani main ja kooda durr kinare bithe maindak chiilaye koi dooba dooba palat kee doondha udaas hawa ne par tinka phir nazar na aaya reet pe ja kar likha hawa ne jo chidiyoon ki samjh na aaya "bina paankh ke udne vaale jo sooch main doobe...marr jate hain"
meko yeh poem padh te padhte life of pie yaad a gye..."bina pankh ke udne wala tinka loved the thought of it..!
