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Veena Iyer Aug 2020
Choti woh chidiya albeli
Pyaari si aur badi niraali
Nazhukh si pali , kuch dil ki bholi
Uskey par jaise rangoli.

Chote chote they  uskey sapne
Jinhe wo sanwaare aankhon mein apne
Chaahe ki liye pankh bade woh
Bas udjaaye neele Gagan mein

Aakhir mein jab waqt wo aaya
Lekar pankh ko udjaane ka
Aansu lekar baabul se boli
Ye na mujhse  ** paayega

Baabul ne uski narm si aankhe
Dekh ke usko ye poocha sawaal
Beti , tu kyu apne app ko rokey?
Kyu udhney key  nahi khayaal?

Sunkar apni baabul ki boli
Dheere se chidiya ab doli
Tab lagta tha jo ek sapna
Aaj wo ** gaya hai choor.
Kya mere do pankh ye chote
Udh paayenge uthnee door?
Itna bhi mat karna  guroor
Na Karo mere dil ko majboor
Rehne do mujhe tumhare paas
Phir na rakhungi mein koyi bhi aas.

Baabul ne chidiya ko sehlaaya
Usey apne dil se laggaya.
Jo sapno se  tuney man  ko behlaaya
Usko paane ka waqt hai aaya.
Chota mat kabhi kudhko samajhna
Bas yuhi pankh lekar udhjaana.
Udhna hi hai tera naseeb
Rakhna hamesha usey dil ke khareeb .
Aasman dekhe raah tumhara
Likhdo uspar naam tumhara .

Phir Chidiya ne lee aisee udaan
Bharliya aanchal mein aasman ke rang
Baabul ne dee usey bidaayi
Bhar aayi aankhein, raha gaya wo dang.
Kanyadaan hua jab pura, Aaya samay vidayi ka
Hashi khushi sab kaam hua tha, Saari rashmm adaai ka
Beti ke uss kaatar swar ne , Baabul ko jhakjhor dia
Puch rahi thi papa tumne, Kya sach-much me chodd dia

Apne aangan ki phulwari, Mujhko sada kaha tumne
Mere rone ko pal bhar bhi, Bilkul nahi saha tumne
Kya iss aangan ke kone me, Mera kuch asthan nahi
Ab mere rone ka papa, Tumko bilkul dhyan nahi

Dekho antim baar dehri, Log mujhhe pujwaate hai
Aakar ke papa inko kyu, Aap nahi dhamkate hai
Nahi rokte chacha taau, Bhaiya se v aas nahi
Aisi bhi kya nishthurta hai, Koi aata paas nahi

Beti ki baato ko sun ke, Pita nahi rah saka khada
Umadd pade ankho se aanshu, Badahawas sa daud pada
Kaatar bichia si wah beti, Lipat pita se rotii thi
Jaise yaado ke akshar wah, Ashru bindu se dhoti thi

Maa ko laga god se koi, Maano sab kuch cheen chala
Phool sabhi ghar ki phoolwari se koi jyo been chala
Chota bhai bhi kone me, Baitha biatha subak raha
Usko kaun karega chup ab, Wah kone me dubak raha

Beti ke jaane par ghar ne, Jaane kya kya khoya hai
Kabhi naa rone wala baap bhi, Phoot-Phoot kar roya hai ............
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Priyanshi Dass Jun 2017
My child, with gentle footsteps you walk
While cruelly ticks away the mocking clock
With a heavy heart, I hide behind the cloak of courage
My child you were once, now headed for marriage

Darling, I remember when I first held you in my arms
With naive pride, I promised I will protect you from all harms
O little angel of mine, there’s a part of me that wishes I could ask you to stay
And go back to the wonderful days, when marriage for you was a doll’s play

This boy you brought home, he asks me for your hand
Says I love her, sir, I hope you would understand
My sweetheart, I know you love him more than anything
But the desire to keep you close seems so beautifully tempting

The red sari suits you quite well, my dear
My little angel, you look so beautiful and pure
My darling child, much too young to depart
The home and love of this father’s poor heart

Standing here, with my eyes helplessly filled
Oh, how I wish I could have this moment stilled
I watch as with a pinch of red vermilion he marks you as his
And I smile as I watch your face glowing with pure bliss
Happy Father's Day

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