pehle mahila, phir maa.

jab bhi neend me koi purani baat satati hai

ya koi na samjhe mujhe to koi baat adhuri reh jaati hai

tab

mujhe meri maa yaad aati hai

jab kisi roothe ko mana na ho

ya kahi apna sar jhukana ho

to uski taakat ke liye jo angaar andar jalati hai

vo bachpan ki naitik kahaniyan meri maa mujhe sunati hai

jab chotte kadam the mere

aur meri maa kandho tak ke baal rakhti thi

tab unhe dhundne ke liye me koso durr chalta hai

asal me 10 kadam hi tha , par mere chotte pairo ko zyaada lagta tha

aur jab vo gaadi ka ingan chalake university jaati thi

toh mere bin roye usko meri aahat aa jati thi

aur gaadi rok, mud kar mujhe gale se lagati thi

humesha aise hi meri maa hamesha vaapas aati thi

der-saver jab bhi dar lagta tha

koi galti ki hoti thi ki kaise batai jaegi

toh sab samjh ke saath khade ho jo nyaay karvati thi

chila ke tez bolna ho agar naari ke liye to vo bhi bol jati thi

mahila ki paribhasha ban jaati thi

kabhi nibandh, kabhi sher,

kabhi nazm, kabhi kavita

pehle mahila, phir maa. hamesha.

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