कविता, लाल रंग की नहीं होती
न कागज
न कलम, न स्याही
पर खून टपकता है
कुछ कविताओं से
क्यूंकि
हाथ सने थे
खून में
कविता लिखने वाले के।
This poem is about poetry of hate, masquerading as poetry of protest. I have often criticised those who provoke but take no responsibility for the actions caused by their words. Poets, unfortunately, top that list, even above politicians. Because a politician is rarely taken at their word, and a poet is rarely doubted.
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आप छुपते क्यों हैं ? किससे? और हजूर अभी बहुत साल रहेंगे खून से क्या होना है 2029 और मोर
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