Treasure Island

Mahadevi Varma

(26 March 1907 – 11 September 1987 / Farrukhabad, Uttar Pradesh / British India)

धूप सा तन दीप सी मैं


उड़ रहा नित एक सौरभ-धूम-लेखा में बिखर तन,
खो रहा निज को अथक आलोक-सांसों में पिघल मन
अश्रु से गीला सृजन-पल,
औ' विसर्जन पुलक-उज्ज्वल,
आ रही अविराम मिट मिट
स्वजन ओर समीप सी मैं!

सघन घन का चल तुरंगम चक्र झंझा के बनाये,
रश्मि विद्युत ले प्रलय-रथ पर भले तुम श्रान्त आये,
पंथ में मृदु स्वेद-कण चुन,
छांह से भर प्राण उन्मन,
तम-जलधि में नेह का मोती
रचूंगी सीप सी मैं!

धूप-सा तन दीप सी मैं!

Submitted: Thursday, April 05, 2012
Edited: Thursday, April 05, 2012

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