# Poetry club
On Fathers' Day Special
-The Papađź’ť
Wo maa hi nhi thi sirf jo apni raato ko kaali
karti thi meri tabyet khrab hone par..
jaha mai Maa ki god me uyein uyein karke
ro rahi thi, wahi.. wo papa the jo jaldi se mere
liye dudh tayar kar rahe the..
karti thi meri tabyet khrab hone par..
jaha mai Maa ki god me uyein uyein karke
ro rahi thi, wahi.. wo papa the jo jaldi se mere
liye dudh tayar kar rahe the..
Wo bachpan me --
Har Shaam ko tak taki lagaye kivaad ki aadh
mein main jhakte rehti thi ki kab papa ayenge,
chocolate chips cold drink dilayenge,
fir bistar pe mere liye kabhi ghodha banenge ,
kabhi hathi banenge , aur mere sath khelenge.....
Sadi garmi mein khud ke kamre ki chhat pe pankha har
roz chalte chalte ruk jata tha lekin mujhe cooler
ki thandhi hawa mein sulate the kyuki majaal h
garmi ko mere seene se guzarne de...
Waqt gujarta gya .....
Us waqt papa jo bolte the maan liya karte the
patthar ki lakeer samajh kar zehen mein betha
liya karte the lekin aaj .. aaj papa ki kahi har
baat purani soch aur fizul ka gyaan lagti h..
Fir bhi .. jazbaat kehte h ki zindagi me
itna naam kamaungi ki , apne papa ko
khamoshi aur sukoon bhari neend sula
saku apne ghar me...
unhein wo sab kuchh du jinhein wo apne
daur mein pa na sake aur hamare daur me
aate aate pa sakte the to hamari khushi ke liye
hume de diya, fir bhi khud na pa sake..
Jazbaat .. izzat.. aur Mohabbat bahaut
karti hu main unse...Papa ..Mere Hero...
- A poertry that tells the feelings of heart
karti hu main unse...Papa ..Mere Hero...
- A poertry that tells the feelings of heart
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