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मैं कोई फ़रिश्ता तो नहीं था
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Divik Ramesh7 verses · ~1 min
पत्र भी एक समय के बाद शव से नज़र आने लगें तो क्या करें?
क्या करें जब पत्र भी शव की सड़ांध से फेंकने लगें बदबू?
क्या करें जब उघाड़ने लगें पत्र भी कुछ सड़ चुकों की सड़ी मानसिकताएं?
क्या करें जब दम तोड़ दें विवश भले ही खूबसूरत असुरक्षित प्रतीक्षाएं, पत्रों की और वह भी सूखती, पपड़ाती उत्सुकताओं की ज़मीन पर खाली खाली?
मसलन अनुत्तरित पत्र जब (भले ही वे लिखे हों संपादकों, आलोचकों को) जमा बैठें अगर अपनी सतहों पर कुछ सड़े हुए अहंकार कुछ सड़ी हुई उपेक्षाओं की मार, कुछ दुराग्रह, कुछ प्रचलित भ्रष्टाचार तो क्या करें?
क्या करता कौन सहता है एक समय के बाद शवों को घरों में? चढ़ाना तो पड़ता है मां-पिता को भी चिता पर!
मैं कोई फ़रिश्ता तो नहीं था न?
इति
The Poet
दिविक रमेश
Divik Ramesh
1946 · 1980s
Divik Ramesh occupies a highly respected position in Hindi literature as a writer who treats both adult and children's poetry with equal intellectual rigor. Born Ramesh Chand Sharma in 1946 in Delhi, he dedicated his career to teaching while simultaneously building a vast and diverse body of literary work. He writes with a profound awareness of social inequalities and the quiet anxieties of modern urban life. His poetry collections, such as Khuli Aankhon Mein Aakash and Raste Ke Beech, are marked by a straightforward honesty that refuses to hide behind complex metaphors. Beyond his poetry for adults, he has made an immense contribution to children's literature, a field often overlooked by serious writers. Recognizing this lifelong dedication, he was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Bal Sahitya Puraskar in 2018. He has also translated extensively, building cultural bridges between Indian and South Korean literature. He is a writer who believes that literature must remain accessible, compassionate, and deeply rooted in human empathy.

Paired Painting
Disappointing News
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