Meri jeevan sangini kaisi hai,
kuch khas-khas si hai.
Aaj hai wahi jo kal thi,
wo pehle wali hi lagti hai.
Swabhaaw ka taalmel man se hota hai,
man se hi pyaar me samarpan dikhtaa.
Krodh me man ki byathaaon ka,
purna byaktikaran mil jaata.
Bolon me spashtata hoti,
parantu dil me buraai palti nahi.
Pristhitiyaan chaahe kaisi bhi ho,
karm se peeche hatati nahi.
Rishtey apnepan se nibhaati,
mijaje udaarta saaf jhalakti.
Abhaav ka bhaav chupaakar bhi,
wo thoda nahi,bahut kar jaati.
Banaawat sajaawat se door ka naata,
tamadadun[rahan-sahan]me byawaharikta nazar aati.
Sahi nirnayon ko le kar chalna,
khoobi yehi mujhe hai bhaati.
Jazbaye shouk kabhi nahi dikhte,
shikwe shikaayat naa lab par hote.
Farz ki ahmiyat badh jaati,
jab pariwaar ke sapne aage hote.
Pachchis baras sang unke beetey,
jaise ho yeh kal ki hi baat.
Naar-naveli bhaaye mujhko,
dua yehi naa chhute saath.
Itnaa to ek insaa me hona,
thik-thak hi lagtaa hai.
Phir kyon parivaar jano ko uski,
karni me 'dosh' nazar aata hai.
Maanav-kritiyaan hain 'uski' nemat,
sau-pratishat poorak hoti nahi.
Har kisi ko uske man ke maafik,
khush rakhna wash ki baat nahi.
Apni karni naa parkhe koi,
chlan hai doojon ki buraai karna.
Aadat si ho gayi hai logon me ae 'ANU',
bin jhaanke khud ke ander,auron par ungliyaan utha jaana.
Written by: Mr. A.K.Shrivaastava [dedicated to his wife].