mai raste par tanha ja raha tha....
tabhi maine dekha ki ek buzurg ko.....
shayad unke bete ghar se nikal rahe the...
na jaane unse aisi kya bhool hui...
jo unki har qurbani....
vo diwali par bachho ke liye paise bachana..
vo sookhi roti kha kar bachho ko sabzi khilana...
vo har saal unka janamdin manana....
vo bachho ke har zakhm ko dekh kar pareshan ho jana....
vo unke ghar vapas na ane tak aankhen sujana....
vo bachpan me rat bhar lori sunana....
vo bachho ki khushi ke liye har khwahish ko dabana....
vo unki har mushkil ko aasani se suljhana...
vo pyar,vo sanskar,vo khushi......
sab dhundle lag rahe the....
kya hamare buzurg humse ye umeed karte hain....
aaj log bado ke paer nahi ghutne choote hain...
vo rasta mujhe meri zindagi ki sabse badi seekh de gaya....
ki ye zindagi humne apne farishto se udhar li hai...
khuda se pehle hume inki ibadat karni hai...
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hmmm... ok laga yeh wala ...
ReplyDeleteneeyat achchi hai par shabdon ko achche se utara nahi hai ... thoda dhundhla si gayi hai...
I had read it earlier alos, pata nahin kyon nahin respond kiya.. whatever di is saying, I felt very touched by this poem.. and I really feel very strongly that whatever we do, we can never give back even 0.l% to our parents... really, we owe our life to our parents, and this is one thing which no one should forget...
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