Unending Questions

Kyon apneaap ka khauf lekar
jite hai hum jindagi ?
Kyon aanjaan sadkonpe hum
ban jate hai ajnabi?
kyon yaadonke saye mein hum
kuchh keh dete hai unkahi
kyon chahte hai chhupane aansu
raaat ke parde mein har kahi?
kyon kafila saath hote bhi
mehsoos karte hai tanhai?
yonk hamesha kaantonka hi
rasta chunati hai majhabi?
kyon rishtonka silsila
tod deti hai bekhudi?
kyon jeeneki chah
badha deti hai khudkhushi?

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