माँ जब मैं भी बुढाहो जाऊँगा,
तबतेरी तरह "लाठी" लेकर चलूँगा।।
टूक - टूक की उससे आवाज करूँगा
वो "लाठी "तेरी होगी और,
तब मैंरह - रह याद तुझे करूँगाll
It reflects how you look at aging and how you relate it to your elders. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How i missed this. Indeed mothers are always special and prescious.every thing reminds of her. Be it today or tomorrow shevis always dear. Father and mother teach us every thing. Yhe walking stick is just a sparkle to remember her once again. Beautiful poetry. Full score
Thankyou very much that you read my short poem and appreciated me and my words.