प्यारे प्यारे पिल्ले थे
भूरे कारे पिल्ले थे
लोहे का इक जंगला था
जिसमे सारे पिल्लै थे
शुरू शुरू में पाँच थे
घट के रह गए चार
सब पर बरसा करता था
उनकी मम्मी का प्यार
पिल्ले कुछ कुछ बड़े हुये
अपने पैरों पर खड़े हुये
कूं कूं भूख से करते थे
पर मम्मी से डरते थे
बड़े हुये तो एक एक कर
अलग हो गए वो सारे
लेकिन फिर तो नज़र आ गए
उनको दिन में भी तारे
When children grow they think they can move in this world independantly but they forget they lack expreriences of their parents. A great thoyght so nicely penned in a simple poem.
You have very nicely placed the subject matter in right perspective. Young ones of humans or for that matter any species need care, protection, training and guidance from their elders. Thanks a lot, Akhtar Jawad sahab.
A sweet poem with a very sweet photograph. I loved it, Rajnish ji 10++
Sorry for being late with my response. Thanks, Geeta ji, for reading and appreciating the poem as well as the picture,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
सब पर बरसा करता था उनकी मम्मी का प्यार....love of a mother towards her children is imcomparable. Beautiful poem on dog and love has been hauntingly depicted. Thank u dear Mangaji.
You have really captured the central idea of this poem through the interesting activities of puppies and their mother. Thank you so much, Kumarmani ji, for your constant support.