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Ek Maa Thi Meri Jo Hasa Karti Thi

Updated: Sep 3

By Monika


Ek maa thi meri jo hasa krti thi

Jaan uski mujhme bsa krti thi

Naa koi gussa na narajgi jatati thi

Hrr gumm mein wo khulkr muskurati thi

Bado ki seva bacho ka khayal tha usey

Apne praye sbka maan tha usey

Drd usne kmm na sahe thi

Pr mjaal h jo kisi se b kahe the

Na shikayat na kisi se gila kiya

Sbko apna maan dill mila liya

Is jivan me usne koi sukh na dekha

Chehre pr uske kabhi dukh na dekha

Kisi insan se na sahi prr halato se wo ladi thi

Harr toofan me bhi datt kr akeli khadi thi

Na kismat ko kosa kabhi na upr wale pr iljaam diya

Haste muskurate sbb karmon pr taal diya

Kisi se koi chahat na farmaish rkhi

Dusro ki khwahish puri krne me kbhi hadd na parkhi

Kisi jung me tou na haari thi

Prr bimari ne usey baitha diya

Ek hsti hui jingagi ko


Apne bhoj tale daba diya

Kisi se umiid na krne wali

Aaj chlne ko bhi unki mohtaaj hui

Jiske hatho ne sbko the parose

Aaj khud k niwale ko hui dusro k bharose

Maa abb hasti nhin hai

Uski jaan bhi mujhme itni basti nahi hai

Meri maa aaj mere liye bacchi hai

Hsti roti jidd ki abb pakki hai

Jis muskan ko andhi toofan na mita paye

Aaj kaya k dukh ne rula diya

Kya thi wo phle aaj khudko hi bhula diya

Abb is ghar me phle sa sukoon ka basera na hota

Dukho ka nash hone wala koi dushera ha hota

Jasa maa ne smbhala hai koi kaha kr payga

Jinda tou rhega prr jii nhi payga

Yaad aati hai muje meri maa

Jisey waqt ne kahin chhupa diya

Uss pyaar uss dulaar ko taras rhe hain

Dikhta hi nhi suraj bs badal hi baras rhe hain

Koi hall ho iss uljhan ka tou khuda bata de mujhe

Lauta mujhe meri hasti hui maa chahe bdle me koi b saja de mujhe.


By Monika



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