tere anchal ko thaama to socha,,
isse choot na paoongi..
tu meri zindagi hai,, tujhse dur kasie jaoongi..
yeh zindagi nahi tera
karz hai mujhpar..
jise kbi chuka na paoongi
dur jate jab dekha tujhe
, to socha yeh ansu kaise chhupaoongi..
sambhala khud ko sochkar,
ki tujhke khudmei paoongi..
teri hi chhavi aayegi nazar,
jb aaine k samne aoongi..
socha milungi jb tujhse to tujhe,
to ansu se bheege takiye ki dastan sunaoongi...
par socha fir kya kabhi ujhe bata paoongi...
kitna yaad kiya hr pal tujhe,,
, kya bata paoongi..
is duniya mei sbse zaada cha tujhe,
pr kaise jataoongi..
meri duniya ye duniya nahi tu hai,
pr kaise ye tujhe samjhaoongi..
kya apne aansu dikhakar.tujhe bhi rulaoongi..
aaj tak tu mere lie muskuraai hai ma,,,
to aaj mai tere lie muskuraoongi..
jisse aaye tere chehre pr muskaaan,,,
har woh wajh dhoond laoongi...
ye zindagi tera wo krzz hai maa
jise mai kbhi chuka na paoongi.....
shraddha.........
You often write on your mom or mom of any one who appears before us as symbol of sacrifice and dedication.
Superb! Dear.....................full of heartfelt words and emotion...............Keep it up.
Ek beti ka apne maa ke prati pyar aapne bahut achche tareeke se wyat kiya hai, Maa aur bachchon ka sambandh sab se bada aur atoot hota hai... Poore Sitare*****
Beautiful narration. My Mother at Sixty Six, poem by kamala Das also reverberates the same theme.
Dedication to all mothers- a poets tribute with touching words- my 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad and beautifully written shraddha!