Uss ke ungliyon ko jhakad kar pakda... muthi kholne se pehle.
Pehla shabd bhi uska naam tha,
Har mushkil ko aasaan karna uska kaam tha.
Choth mujhe lagey... lekin aankh namm uss ki hoti thi, ...
Main kahin girun nahi... fikar uss ko sabse zyada hoti thi.
Mere har pal mein uss ka zikr hai... uss ke liye fikar hai,
Pyaar karna uss ne sikhaya...apne har gunn se mujhe milaya.
Dost bi thi woh aur kabhi teacher bhi,
Kabhi hassati thi toh kabhi daant kar rulati.
Maa yeh ek din nahin sirf jab tera ehsaas hota hai...
Aankhon ke palak jhapakne se... saans lene tak,
Woh har pal mein tera naam japta hoon mein.
Woh kuch pal jab tujhe nahin dekhoon din mein...aur chhote katti batti ke beech mein,
Dil kitna udaas hota hai... har beete hue pyaar ke pal ko aankhon ke saamne dekhta hai.
Maa shukriya ki apni duniya ka hissa mujhe bann ne diya,
Mujhe apne pairon pe khade hone diya.
Happy Mothers Day Mother India
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