This poem is totally dedicated to Maa (mother). The way she love, the way she talk, the way she treats us & the way she takes care.. I hope you all will like it .
MAA
wo pahli kilkari k sath zindagi ka muskana
maa k anchal me jaisi sab kuch paa jana
na koi pareshani na kisi baat ka daarrr
anchal ki chaon me jaise apna pura gharr
hamari ek hasi k liye uske nakaam pryatna
choti si hal chal k liye dher sare jatna
su su potty se din bhar usko satana
phir bhi uska jara bhi naraj na hona...
wo ungli pakad kar chalna sikhana
wo gale lagane ka bas dhundhana bahana
chalate chalate koi nayi poem sikhana
or girnee se pahle hi godi me uthana
roj loriyan sunana, or pyar se sulana
gar nind na aye to hamare sath jaagana
raat ki need me uska sparsh wo suhana
sari mamtaa ka sagar jaisi hum pe lutana...
wo thoda sa satana or baad me khud hi mananaa
gar jyada ruth jaye to kisi chezz ka lalach dilana
kisi na kisi tarahh se harr baar mana lena
or phir usi tarahh se dobaraa satana
school ka pahla din or maa ki yaad satana
pahle hi din me dhudhna ghar jane ka bahana
wo tiffin na kha kar apana ghussa dikhana
ghar pahuchte hi mamma kaha hai chillanna...
wo har result se pehle uski tension badh jana
hamare liye haar baar duaa karna
pass hone ki khushi me sab ko mithai khilana
gar no. kum aye to papa ki dant se bachana
hamari khushiyon me apni khushiyan dhundhana
hamari sari baton ko pure dhyaan se sunanaa
hamare har faislee me karna madadd hamari
bas yahi sari baten hai maa pyari tumhari...
wo colg ki bate sari tumko sunana
apni pahli GF se dar dar k milana
wo har baar tumhara ek hi baat samjhana
hamari hifazat k liye haar baar taiyaar rehna
Job search k liye hamara city se bahar jana
gum or khushi ki dono feelings ek sath ana
phir chupke se room me aakar humko samjhana
khud ka dil pakka kar humara honsala badhana...
wo hamari pahli naukri ki khushi humse jayada manana
har jagahh sirf hamare tareiffoo k pul banana
din gujarte jate hai par tumhara bilkul na badalna
aj bhi usi tarah se dill se jor se gale lagana
dusari city me hote hue bhi durii feel na hone dena
khair khabar rakhne k liye har din ph karna
wapas gahr jao to uski ankhoo me aansoo ka aana
aansoo k motiyon ko chupa kar dil khol k muskana...
ajj bhi us maa ke anchal ki jid karta hun
ajj bhi us maa ki mamta k liye marta hun
ajj bhi us hug ke liye har roj tadapta hun
durr hun thoda sa par yaad hamesha karta hun
Love You MAA
P.s. paa i love you too
