Antim Soch se Nayi Janm Tak
Yeh reincarnation thi.
Par yeh koi shant, pavitra punar-janm nahi tha.
Yeh adhuri cheekh se janmi hui zindagi thi.
E8th planet par…
aag thi.
lohe ki cheekhen thi.
aasmaan ka rang laal ho chuka tha.
Usne bhaagna nahi chaha.
Usne ladna bhi nahi chaha.
Usne sirf bachana chaha.
Apne log.
Apna ghar.
Apni duniya.
Par uske haath khali the.
Na shakti.
Na kala.
Na koi vardaan.
Jab antim vaar uske ghutne zameen se takraye
aur saans tootne lagi
to uske dimaag mein ek hi khayal tha —
"Kaash… mere paas power hoti."
"Kaash… main kamzor na hoti."
"Kaash… main unhe bacha paati."
Yeh khayal koi normal ichha nahi thi.
Yeh atma ka sankalp tha.
Aur jab sharir gira
to atma tooti nahi.
Woh cheer kar nikal gayi.