Ye "Mann" hai jo dolta rehta hai. Kabhi idhar-kabhi udhar. Manta hi nahi hai. Mera mann to mujhe poorie duniya ghumata rehta hai. Kuch kaam nahi karo to ye mann udaas ho jata hai, aur phir kuch karne lago to ye phir se kahi bhatak jata hai.
Ye chup-chaap nahi bethta, Ul-julul karta rehta hai. Raat mein bhi ese chain nahi hai, thakta hi nahi, aur mujhe bhi nahi sone deta. Na jane kitne sapne hai es mann ke. Ye mann hi to hai jo mujhe hosla deta hai, himmat deta hai, aage badhne ke naye-naye tareeke sochta hai. Kabhi-kabhi haalat se majboor hokar ye bhi udaas ho jata hai, par ye marta nahi hai ladta hai, phir se apne aap ko sambhalta hai aur ek naya sapna dekhne lagta hai nayi raho ka, manzilon ka aur nayi uchaiyeon ka..
Ye chup-chaap nahi bethta, Ul-julul karta rehta hai. Raat mein bhi ese chain nahi hai, thakta hi nahi, aur mujhe bhi nahi sone deta. Na jane kitne sapne hai es mann ke. Ye mann hi to hai jo mujhe hosla deta hai, himmat deta hai, aage badhne ke naye-naye tareeke sochta hai. Kabhi-kabhi haalat se majboor hokar ye bhi udaas ho jata hai, par ye marta nahi hai ladta hai, phir se apne aap ko sambhalta hai aur ek naya sapna dekhne lagta hai nayi raho ka, manzilon ka aur nayi uchaiyeon ka..
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