Jab wo haathein humein bada krti hain
Jab humare liye kisi bhi cheez se ladti hai
Jo aankhein humaare liye raat bhar nhi soti
Kon kehta hai us maa ki koi khwaahish nhi hoti…………..
Wo padhai na krne pe papa ka dantna
Wo pyaar se maa ka gale se laga ke samjhaana
Hum rote to wo bhi roti
Aur phir hum bade ho jaate hain
Maa ki un ungliyon ko chor apne pairon pe khade ho jaate hain
Aur jab usi maa ke pair budhape se ladkharate hain
To unhe kisi vridhashram me chor jaate hain………………………………….
Jab unhe humaare sahaare ki zarurat hoti hai
Hamaari majburiyan apni kahani roti hai
Reh jaate hain adhure unke saare sapne
Jab begairon sa bartaav krte hain unke hi apne……………………………..
Par maa to mamta ki murat hai hoti
Tujhe maaf to kar hi dengi
Jaate jaate tujhe dekh kar hans hi lengi
Par khud se puch aye insaan
Agar wo saare sapne hue hote pure to us muskaan me kya baat hoti………………………………………..
NOTE:This poem is dedicated to all those who take their parents as a burden………Had they considered u the same u wouldn’t b here at da same position……Leave aside ur position ur basic existence would have come into question……..if in case you read this and still your eyes don’t open remember 1 day evn you would become parents………….BEST OF LUCK…………
6 comments:
I'm proud u wrote ur frst blog sending out dis msg....a very imp n serious questn to be raised to ths new generation of fast runners who frgt the importance of their coaches who made them that capable....PARENTS!!!
I hope these questions stir the thots of a few atleast.....
I like it.... :)
awesome one bro...!!!
trust me...i loved every bit of it...!!
really impressive:)
Thank u guys.....ur cmmnts were really encouraging....
gud going avinash .....keep it up.......
en lafzon mein unkahi sachchai thi aur bedard gam ka afsana tha par khushi is baat ki thi ki ye gam us pyaar se anjaana tha.
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