Midnight Pulse

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Title: DESI CHHORA

Yo…

Gaam ki mitti ki khushboo se pehchaan meri,

Na shehar ki chamak, na jhoothi shaan meri.

Kacchi si gali, par sapne pakke,

Jeb mein thode, iraade lakke.

Subah ka suraj, khetaan ke paar,

Mehnat ne sikhaya jeena baar-baar.

Maa ke haath ki roti kha ke,

Nikla main duniya jeetne jaake,

Log kahve “chhora seedha-saada,”

Par dil mein rakhu toofan aadha.

Na manne chahiye sona-chandi,

Na manne chahiye jhoothi brandi,

Naam mera kaam banave,

Bina bole duniya jaan jaave.

Main desi chhora, dil ka gora,

Mitti mein likhya naam re,

Gir ke uthna, hans ke ladna,

Yo hi mera kaam re.

Na koi darr, na koi rok,

Aankh mein sapne, dil mein josh,

Kal jo hasta tha mere haal pe,

Aaj wahi bole — “Bhai, kya baat se!”

Tractor ki awaaz, beat bane,

Dhol ki thaap pe pair chale.

Gaam ka chhora shehar mein aaya,

Apna rang na manne bhulaya.

Kismat ke bharose baithya konya,

Khud likhunga apni kahani,

Aaj paseena, kal pehchaan,

Yahi se banegi meri nishani.

Bapu ne kaha tha, “Beta rukiyo mat,”

Raah kathin ho to jhukiyo mat.

Maa ki dua jab saath chale,

To pathar bhi phool bane.

Main desi chhora, dil ka gora,

Mitti mein likhya naam re,

Jitni baar duniya giraave,

Utni baar uthunga shaan se.

Na koi darr, na koi rok,

Aankh mein sapne, dil mein josh,

Gaam ki gali se nikla tha jo,

Ek din duniya bolegi — “Yo chhora kaun se?”

Mitti meri… pehchaan meri…

Mehnat meri… jaan meri…

Desi chhora…

Bas itni si kahani meri.