Mamta ka Safar:

Mere dil me bas ek sach hai Saaf saaf,
“Na maa rahi, na saaya, par mamta ki roshni saath.”

Mamta Ka Safar

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Jiski bachpan me maa ka saaya na raha,
Uske dil me bhi pyaar ka jahan basa na raha.

Har subah ek khamoshi ka saaya sa lagta,
Har raat me sapno ka ek tanha sa rang tha.

Chhote haathon se sambhala khud ko wo,
Na koi godh, na koi narm si angdaai ka sahara tha.

Phir bhi dil me mamta ki khushboo thi kahin,
Ek chhupa sa roshni ka jhalka kahin.

Jo seekha khud ke aansuon me,
Usne pyaar ka matlab khud hi samjha tha.

Mamta sirf maa ke haathon ka sparsh nahi,
Wo to wo pyaar hai jo dil se paaya jaata hai.

Jise bachpan ne tooda, zindagi ne sikhaya,
Usne har dard ko ek nayi mamta me badla.

Aur wo seekh gaya ki mamta,
Na sirf dene ka naam hai,
Na sirf paane ka armaan hai.

Mamta to wo hai jo khud ke andar se nikal kar,
Duniya ke har chhote dard ko samjh kar,
Ek nayi roshni me pighalta hai.

Jiski maa chali gayi, wo khud hi maa ban jaata hai,
Apne dil ke har kone me pyaar ka diya jalata hai.

Kabhi wo yaadon me ro padta hai,
Kabhi khud se poochta hai, “Kya main sahi kar raha hoon?”
Phir yaadon ki dhund me ek chhupi muskaan dhoond leta hai,
Aur khud ko gungunata hua paata hai.

Mamta sirf rooh ka ehsaas hai,
Jo dard me bhi pyaar ki roshni dekh sake,
Jo tanha raat me bhi khud ko sambhal sake,
Aur jo har chhoti muskaan me apna jahan dekh sake.

Har aansu me seekha, har dard me nibhaaya,
Har khushi me chhupa apna armaan paaya.
Aur zindagi ke har mod pe wo khud se keh gaya,
“Maa na sahi, par mamta mere andar hai.”

Jisne bhi kabhi uska haath pakda,
Usne jaana ki mamta ek roshni hai jo khud se shuru hoti hai.
Wo chhota sa bachpan, wo udaas raatein,
Sab kuch ek nayi shakti me badal gaye.

Mere dil me bas ek sach hai Saad saaf,
“Na maa rahi, na saaya, par mamta ki roshni saath.”