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Kaash Mai Ek Ladka Hoti

Jan 11, 2025
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Updated: Aug 2, 2025

By Ayesha Siddiqua


Mera kehna un ladkiyo se hai,

jo kehti Kaash mai ek ladka hoti

Mai jhooti dil behlane wali kahani nahi sunaungi,

par Haqiqat zarur bataungi


Un ladko se kabhi puchna, ke zimmedariyan kya hoti hai

Bachpan toh jee liya, par jawani kahan khoti hai

Padh likh kar kuch banna, na padhe toh majduri karna

Tumhare zindagi ka dusra naam hai kamana,

warna khani padegi dar dar ki thokaren

or sunna padega tana


Jab thak haar ke ghar ko lauto, tum ro bhi nahi sakte na

Samne khadi rehti hai maa,

or papa puchte, itni der tak kahan tha?


Us waqt ek kandhe ki zarurat rehti hai,

aisa lagta ke kaash koi gale se lagata

or kehta tu bahut thaka hua lag raha hai

fikr mat kar jo hua so hua


Maa baap ke paison par palte palte, sabka kharch uthana padta hai

Waqt bhi kya khoob guzarti hai, ke woh mard ban jata hai,

kuch pata hi nahi chalta, ek ladka kab bada ho jata hai

Dusri taraf, Puri duniya milkar use,

mazboot banana chahti hai, mard ko dard nhi hota,

ye har mod par batati hai


Har dard ko ghotna kitna mushkil hota hai,

Ek mard hona bhi kahan asaan hota hai

Gham toh ek hissa hai zindagi ka,

intezaar mat karo iske khatm hone ka

Gham ko kuch bahane de kar,

zimmedariyon se thoda befikr ho kar

Mushkilo me khushiyan talash kar lete hai

Acche pal mil gaye toh theek,

nahi toh khud se hi saja kr, jee lete hai

Chalo aazad ho kr hass lete hai, chalo aazad ho kar hass lete hai…


By Ayesha Siddiqua




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