Maa sabka khyaal rakhti hai
Maa ka khayaal kaun rakhta hai
Meri chhikh me wo kisi ki yaad dhundti hai
Apne naye petre aur khudke naye ‘aisa hota hai’ banati hai
Mere pariksha se pehle uski bhouwe tan jati hai
Meri raat me wo khud karwate badalti hai
Chot mere aur ansu uske
Jane ye sab wo kaha se lati hai
Meri kahanio me wo khudko dhunti hai
Baal mere aur uske shauk,
Hasi meri aur uske nakhre,
Kitne dino se use kuch kahu lagta hai
Par jane kuch kehne me himmat hi nahi hoti
Lafz alfaaz kam aur pani jyada lagte hai
Uske liye likhne ko to ye armaan bhi kam lagte hai
Jane log kaise kuch shabdo me use khush kar dete hai
Mujhe to ye duniya uske age baichain lagti hai
Man jiska itna komal ki baki bacche bhi use apne lagte hai
Kabhi jalti thi uski isi ada pe, aaj wahi bate use upar bante hai
Sabka khyaal rakhti hai pagli,
Uska dhyaan jane kaun rakhta hai…
HK
