एक जवान साथिन के लिए जो अब कहां जवान रही..

ज़माना हुआ एक कबीता लिखे थे. एक जनाना थी, दुखनहायी थी, रहते-रहते मुंह ढांपकर रोने लगती थी, थोड़ा हम जानते-समझते थे, मगर बहुत सारा हमरे पार के परे था. सुझाता नहीं था हम क्‍या करें, क्‍या ढांपे, अजाने ठेहुना कड़कड़ाने लगता, या कान, कांपने. घरबराहट में कबीता लिखाई होगी.
सन् छयालीस के आस-पास, सुनते हें, चिले के कौनो कबी हुए- क्‍लाउदियो बेर्तोनी, ''एक जवान साथिन के लिए जो अपना जीवन खत्‍म करना चाहती थी'', के नाम से छपा लिये रहे. जबकि हमरी आज तलक अनछपी पड़ी रही. अनपढ़ी अब्‍बो रहेगी. जीवन में होता है. किसिम किसिम के लीला. समय, समाज में भी. आप देखते हैं और देर तक सन्‍न बने रहते हैं. कुछ नहीं सुझाता तो कबीता की ओर देखने लगते हैैं. एनीवेस, देखिए, देखते रि‍हिये. 

"I'd like to be a nest if you were a little bird.
I'd like to be a scarf if you were a neck and were cold.
If you were music, I'd be an ear.
If you were water, I'd be a glass.
If you were light, I'd be an eye.
If you were a foot, I'd be a sock.
If you were the sea, I'd be a beach.
And if you were still the sea, I'd be a fish,
and I'd swim in you.
And if you were the sea, I'd be salt.
And if I were salt, you'd be lettuce,
an avocado or at least a fried egg.
And if you were a fried egg,
I 'd be a piece of bread.
And if I were a piece of bread,
you'd be butter or jam.
If you were jam,
I'd be the peach in the jam.
If I were a peach,
you'd be a tree.
And if you were a tree,
I'd be your sap...
and I'd course through your arms like blood.
And if I were blood,
I'd live in your heart."