सिर्फ मैं तुम्हारा हूँ

आज साथ साथ खेलते हुए तुमने सारे  खिलौने  समेट लिए  जब फिर मैंने कहा "अरे, मुझे भी तो दो"
"नहीं, सब मेरा है। हुंह !!" मुंह फुलाते हुए तुमने कहा "इस दुनिया में सब मेरा है।" और हंसने लगे।

फिर तो मैंने भी मुंह फुला दिया।

"सब मेरा है, बाबा !" जोर देकर तुमने कहा "और सिर्फ मैं तुम्हारा हूँ " कहकर मुझे लिपट गए। और मैंने  प्यार से तुम्हें अपनी बाहों में भर लिया। 

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