"Mein kiyu Balatkari"

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Haa mein BALATKARI hu,
Meine haevaniyat ki haar hade par ki,
Us komal tan ko chua,
Kata, kuta, mara, pita;
Kasaikhane ke janwaro se bhi
Baatar halat kar di,
Us samai to duniya ki sarai sukh mil geyi,
Lekin jab subha akh khuli to,
Mare hue sab ki baas ane lagi,
Wo khusbu itni bhayanak thi ki
Mere atma ko bhi ghin ane lagi,
Sale rongte khare ho gaye,
Lekin koi nehi pucha mein kyu bana ek bhayanak SATAN ?

Bachpan se sikha - pehle maard , iske baad aurat,
Bohat sabal kiya - Akhir kiyu ?
Jabab sirf ek hi aya -
"Chalta aa raha hei,
Chalte rehne do,
Aur Chalta rehega",
Maa ne - Raja Beta , Raja Beta
Bol bol ke usi cheej mein haan mein haan milayi,
Kabhi prasna nehi kiya,
Karege bhi kese ,
Phele bol dia - "tu aurat hei".

Samajikaran mein nehi likha tha ki tu
Gulabi raang le,
Nehi tha ki tu haato mein Chudiya pehen,
Lekin wohi Gulabi aur Chudiya sirf maard hi bech sakta hei.

Baada hua , sabka ladla bana
Lekin baap bola - "tu mard baan",
Mard ki parivasha us 10 saal ke dimag mein kese ghuse ga,
Jo jage, samai aur samaj ke hisab se alag alag hei,
Phir MARD bale dost bane,
Hum bhi dhire dhire usi mahol mein ghul milne lage,
Aur apni mardani ka sabut deta geya.

Mard bale dost ne jindagi jina sikhaya
Kese mard hote hein,
Ladki aur paise kiya - ek jutti ke niche aur dusra haat ke muthi mein,
Hum bhi wo sare haar kat karne lage
Jo mard karte hei,
Andar se daar tha kahi koi na bol de -
"Tu ladki hei kiya"
"Hatho mein chudiya pehna hei"
"Tera to hei hi nehi"
Humko abhi baas MACHO baana tha apne Baap ke agey , apne riste daaro ke agey aur apne dosto ke agey;
Komal sa maan , jisne purus pradhan samaj ko sabal kiya tha,
Abhi tho talim hasil kar liya kese rehna hei apne samaj mein.

Lat lag gayi, madira pine ki
Har roj ek do kitne bottle khali kiye,
Kitne glass fute, tode,
Phir bhi dost bole - "itne se kiya hoga tera";
Apni hesiyat jo banani thi
Aur dosto ke bich SIR khelane ki thi,
Ab to ye nobat aa gayi ki tu ladki pata ke dikha
Aur sher ke dikha,
Barna dosti khatam.

Aa geya apni gully ke ek ladki ke upar dil,
Wohi, purus pradhan tod tarike apnai,
Jisko bolte hei - "Ladki Patana";
Akhir din aa gaye jab bola usko dil ka haal,
Lekin mujhe mard bale dosto ne nehi kaha ki "Ladkiya bhi 'NA' bolti hei" ,
Aur na hi mard bale ghar balo ne;
Sala dil mein lag gaye
"Kese, bol sakti hei mujhe"
"Sali ka aukaad kiya hei".
Ghar gaye to baap ne rutha hua chera dekh ke bol diya - "Ladki ka mamla hei",
Meina bola - "haa",
"To laga dena chaiye tha do jhapar, thik lag jata"
Are , ye baat to dimag mein nehi aya.
Dosto ne to sidha kalank laga diya - NA-MARD,
Aur daru ki haar glass mein wo jeher milate gaye, nafrat ki, lajja ki ;
Aur haam pite gaye , aur haar ghod mein chadti gayi,
Jab saar par sari , to tan liya;
Abhi ye phir Kabhi nehi.

Uske baad ki dastan boli nehi jati ,
Kiyuki tab akho mein patti mari thi,
Mardangi ki, purush pradhan samaj ki lajja ki aur apne nafrat ki,
Kaan bandh the un baato se
Jinko bolte hei - Mard ki Boli.

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