meine turant apna chehra ghuma liya aur,
abbu ke shirt ko button lagane lagi.
abbu ne muje unke jism ko taadte dekh liya,
to abbu bole : sharmao mat, teri ammi ko jo pyar diya hai woh tuje bhi milega.
pehle mein kuch samji nahi, phir .. meine abbu ki ankhon me dekha,
abbu muje dekh rahe the,
meri chuchio ko dekh rahe the,
jo shayad jor jor se upar niche ho rahi thi.
abbu jis trh se dekh rahe the, usse muje sharm aa rahi thi.
mein turant waha se bahir chali aayi,
aur.. jaldi se us shirt ko button laga ke wapis unko de aayi.
is baar .. abbu ka haath unke lund pe tha.
meine unko dekha, unki ankhon me dekha,
ghar me sannata tha, khamoshi thi,
thandi thandi hawa beh rahi thi,
mere baal ud rahe the, muje lag raha tha ki tufan aane wala hai.
aur .. mein is tufan me ek tinkhe ki tarh beh jaaungi.
mein turant baahir bhag aayi aur kichen me ghus gayi,
abbu taiyar ho gaye aur kuch bole bina hi bahir chale gaye.
shayad unko bhi sharam aa rahi hogi.
mein ab abbu ke baare me kuch soch rahi thi.
phir meine socha .. yeh sab GANDA hai,
mein aisa kaise soch sakti hu,
par .. mere jehn me se woh nazara,
jaha abbu ne upar kuch nahi pehna tha,
woh nazara nahi jaa raha tha.