This one is for uu papa.....for the best dad in world...
Kabhi samne mauka milegaa tohh jarur bolunga...ki kitna kitnaaaa kitnaaa pyar karta hu..kch words me toh explain ni kar skta lekin apne emotions apne jajbaat toh thoda sa Bata hi skta hu.....toh ek choti si poem apke leye dad...
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Nanhi si ankhe or muddi hui ungliyaan thi..
Ye tab ki baat h jab duniya mere leye soyi hui thi..
Nange se sharir pe naya kpda pehnata tha..
Holi Diwali ki smjh na thi phir bhi mere sth manata tha...
Ghr Mei khane ke laalee the par FD me paisa jod raha tha...
Or uske khudke spne adhure the par mere leye bun rha tha...
Ye baat tab ki thi jab duniya mere leye soyi hui thi...
Waqt kata........saal bdhaa....
Par tab bhi sab anjaan thaa...
Mei phir bhi uski jaan tha...
Bistar ko geela karna ho ya phir raato ko rona ...
Ek baap hi tha jisse cheena maine uska sona tha...
Subah Suraj ugne tak godoo me khilata,jhule Mei hilata...
Fir din mei kamata sham me chala aata..
Kbhi khud se pareshan kbhi duniya ka sataya tha...
Ek baap hi tha jisne mujhe rote hue hasaya thaa...
Sabdo se toh gunga tha mai par wo mere ishare samjh raha tha...
Mei khud iss baat se hairan hu aaj Kal wo mujhe kis tarah pdh raha tha....
Papa toh chodo yrr abhi paa bhi niklaa na tha..
Par wo Meri har farmaisho ko poora kar raha tha...
Or mai bhi uske laad pyar me ab dhalne laga tha..
Ghr se wo nikl na Jaye ab uske kdmo pe nazar rkhne laga tha..
Orr mudde toh hazar the baazar me uske pass...
Par kab dhal jayega suraj usko iska intezaar tha..
Or mai bhi darwaaze ki chaukhat ko taakta rhta tha..
Jab hoti thi ahat toh khidkiyo se jhakta rhta thaa...
Dekhke uski shakal mai durr se chillata tha..
Jo bhi ishare mujhe aate the...
Usse use apne karib bulata tha...
Wo bhi chod chaad ke sabkch mujhe seene se lagata tha..
Kbhi Hawa mei uchalta tha..kbhi kartab dhikata thaa..
Meri ek muskaan ke leye kbhi hathi,kbhi ghoda ban jata thaaa..
Or soo saku raat bhar sukun ke sth..
Isleye Puri raat ek karwat me guzarta tha..
Par wo bachpan syd ab so chuka tha..
Or mai jawani ki dehleez me kdm rkhne laga tha...uski qurbani ko uska farz smjhne laga tha...
Chaahe wo phir khud bina pankhe ke sona ho ya mujhe Hawa Mei sulana..
Ya fir wo Diwali ka wo khud purana kpda pehnna ho or mujhe naya pehnana...
Ya tapte hue bukhar me wo thande mathe pe rkhi hui pattiya ho..
Ya Meri har zidd ke aage jhuk janaa...
Wo bachpan tha wo guzar Gaya wo rista tha wo sukud Gaya...
Or mai uss qurbani ke bojh ko utha nai paya...
Isleye wo shahar Mei kahi durr chod Aya...
Naya shahar tha...naye shahar ki hawa mujh pe chadhne lagi thii...
Apne baap ki har nasihat mujhe ek bachpana lagne lagi thii...
Kaam Jo mil gaya tha paisa jo aane laga tha...
Kya jarurt h baap ko yeh soch mujhme palne lagi thi...
Or udar Mera baap baichan tha Meri yaad Mei...
Ki kch roj to ghr aajata beta bas yahi thi uski fariyad me..
Or Mei usse hisab lene laga tha...Jo duniya ka karzdaar ban chuka tha..
Kya jarurt h tumhe papa itne paise ki..
Abhi yeh sawal Karne laga tha...
Ab ghadi ka kata fir palat chuka tha...
Kal Tak mai kisi ka beta tha aaj kisi ka baap ban chuka tha..
Or harsato ka sweater mai bhi bunne laga tha...
Kal Kya karega Mera beta mai bhi yahi sochne laga tha...
Ab duniya me na usse koi aage tha na koi apna tha Sab paraya tha..
Bas wahi ek sapna tha..
Tab mujhme ek jajbaat umadne laga tha...
Jis jajbaat se Mei hmsha anjaan thaa....
Ki Kal Kya guzri hogi mere baap pe ab muje ye samaj aane laga tha...
Bina shrt mohabbat ki murat hota he baap..
Jo lafjo me na buna Jaye or kalmo se na likha Jaye wo hota h baap...
Jo rote huye ko hasade or khud ko kamjor bana ke tumhe khada kar de...wo hota h baap...
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Ek baat aur...
Ke ek rozz ek rozzz ek rozz tumhe ehsaas zarur hogaa...
Ke masroof tum the, umardaraz wo hogaa...
Jiski ungli ka sahara pkd ke chla karte the aaj wahi chaadi ka sahara lega...
Jiske sadke me jee rhe ho aaj..Kal wo na rhe toh Kya hogaa..
Par abhi waqt bacha h kch khaas tunhre pass...
Tab Tak jab Tak baap ka saya tumhre sth hogaa...
Or jannat ki khwaish ho toh seene se laga lenaa...
Kyuki wahi Kal jannat ka sardaar hoga..
Sab gile shikve mita ke chipak jana usko...
Kyuki aaj toh baap h par wo Kal tumhre sth na hogaa...
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Aur iss poem yeh lines ko koi heading ni de paya....
Kyuki mai baap ko ek sabdh mei Bata nai paya...
I loveee uuuu dad....soo sooo sooooo muchhhhhh...
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