Ek Maasoom Prashn

  Dear friends on the occasion of Labour day, I present this poem inspired  by a real life incident.

Koode ke dher se

Sookhi roti ka tukda nikaal

Munna apne maile daaman se kar raha tha saaf

Aur oopar aasman ki ore dekh maang raha tha insaaf

Main bhi toh tera hi banda hoon aye Khuda

Phir meri haalat inn ameeron se kyun hai itni judaa?

Bataa, bataa mujhe kyun aisa hai Bhagvan (pronounced as Bhag-one)

Inke liye bhojan kooda hai

Aur mere liye kooda hi bhojan.

VANDE MATARAM

If Vande Matarm is "Maa tujhe salaam"

How can it be anti-Muslim or anti-Islam?

I love my MOTHER, but do not worship her

I love my MOTHERLAND too

And salute her but with my head held high

Proud to be her son

Proud to be an Indian.

Vande Mataram!

Jai Hind!!

SMRITI- Ek Shradhanjali

                                          

                                       I wrote this a month after my father's death in 1995.

Aaj sab hai,

Par tum nahi

Kilkariyon, qahqahon aur khel-kood se door

Main alag baitha sabko hasta bolta sunn raha hoon

Dukhi hoon par dukh nahi dikha raha hoon

Apni aankhon ki nami chupa raha hoon

Par, smriti patt par ubharti yaadein?

Unhe kaise rok sakta hoon?

Aaj phir ateet ki dastak sun

Mann ke dwaar kholta hoon

Aur meethi yaadon ko tatolta hoon

Woh sandhya ke prateeksha chhan

Dwaar par tiki nigahein, phir dustak

Aur daftar se tumhaara aana

Koi choti si bhent, koi kand mool lana

Phir tumhari paseene se nam, sheetal peeth par humaare kapolon ka sparsh 

Vatsalya ki anhubhuti 

Kya anand, kya sukh, kya harsh

Aaj apne bachon ko hasta dekh wahi sab yaad aa raha hai

Wahi anand, vatsalya aur sheetalta

Phir dabdabayi aankhon se baih nikli ashru dhara 

Annsuon ki garmi ne un sheetal yaadon ko dhumil kar diya

Aur main phir vartamaan mein tumhaari kami ke gham se joojhta hua

Mehsoos kar raha hoon

Apne ko bheedh mein akela

Bilkul akela.

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