Kulhad

maine kal ek kulhad me chai pee thi,
chai ke sath meri mitti ki sondhi khusboo usme ghuli thi,
ye karigari thi mere desh ke kisi kumhaar ki,
us kalakar ki jo aaj bhi kahi gaon me rahata hoga,
gaon ke kisi kinare pe bheed se kahi door,
uski ungliya aur bhi kulhad banate honge,
uske pasine ki jab koi boond meri is dharti par girti hogi,
meri dharti maa ko bahut takleef hoti hogi,
jin hanthon ki bani durga maa ki murti ke sab charno me pad jate hai,
garmi me jalte kisi rahgir ki jab uske ghade seetal karte honge,
mere gaon ki pangat me pattal ke gilash bante honge uske kulhad,
jab koi murtikar mitti se koi krati banata hai,
ye mera samaj uski kavita ka lakhon me bhav lagata hai,
us kalakar se milne ko fir lambi katar me jata hai,
ye mera samaj us kumhaar ki parchai se bhi darta hai,
achhoot batakar us kumhaar ko bebas kar deta hai gaon se door rahne ko,
kabhi to muje wo kulhad yaad aata hai ,jisko main chai peene ke baad fek diya tha,
aur kabhi dar lagta hai main bhi usi samaj ka hissa hun,
main us kumhaar ka doshi hun,
main us kulhad ka apradhi hu josme kal main chai pee thi.