"kokh" poems
Maa tere aanchal me humne Sara sansaar dekha hai,
Maa tere aankhon me humne khushiyo ka bahar dekha hai,
Maa tere charano me humne swarg ka dwar dekha hai,
Maa tere dil me humne baccho ke liye pyar dekha hai,
Maa tune Hume sabse pyaar aur samman karna sikhaya hai,
Maa tune srishti Ki rachna kar Ghar ko jannat banaya hai,
Najane bhagwan ne Maa ko kis mitti se banaya hai,
Khud sabhi dard chhupa kar Hume hasaya hai,
Maa tune Hume nau mahine kokh me rakhkar najane kitne dard uthaya hai,
Janm ke baad apna dudh pilakar Hume buddhimaan aur takatwar banaya hai,
Khud roya zindagi bhar jisne Maa ko rulaya hai,
Bhojan ke liye khud bhatakta rha jisne Maa ko bhukhe sulaya hai,
Maa ki sewa karo kyoki esne Duniya bnaya hai,
Khud bhukhe rahkar bhi hume khilaya hai,
Duniya ka sabse sachha Gyan Maa Papa me hi sikhaya hai,
Khud bhale hi padhe likhe na ** lekin aapko padhakar ek safal insaan banaya hai....
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Jis phul ne koi galati hi nahi ki, Use kis baat ki saza diya ja rha hai,
Es duniya me aane se pahle hi kyu use maar diya ja rha hai,
Ai Khuda kyu aise janwar ko tune banaya,
Ek chhoti kali ko pet me hi maar khud ko insaan btaya,
Na maaro us phul ko jisme us bhagwan ka hai waas,
Ek din aisa aayega jab ** jayega puri shristi ka naas
Arey nasamjh insaan sirf bete ki hi aas lagaoge,
To phir maa, behan aur dulhan kahan se paoge,
Mata-Pita ki galati ki saza us chhoti kali ko diya jata hai,
Ek chhote se andhere ghar me hi use maar diya jata hai,
Wo kali bhi baar baar unlogo se karti pukar,
Hey Maa-Baba mujhe pet me hi mat maar,
Ye duniya ek baar mujhe bhi dikha de,
Apne amrit ki ek ghunt mujhe bhi pila de,
Nanhi si jaan tou hai bekasoor,
Maar kar hi aakhir kyu milta hai pathar dilon ko suroor,
Wo bhi dekhna chahti hai duniya,
Janam lene se pehle hi Jaan gawani padti hai oo gudiya,
Apne hi hathon ukhed dete hai apne hi aangan ka phool,
Kaisa hai ye bereham logon ka usool,
Kismat wale hote hai wo insaan,
Jinki kokh mein dete hain betiyan bhagwaan,
Beti hai ishwar ka hai en anmol uphaar,
Jeene ka us nanhi jaan ko bhi hai adhikaar,
Sharam aati hai logo ki is ghatiya soch par,
Taras aata hai unpar
Jo apne hi ansh ka dete hain maar
Devi ka karte hain jo tiraskaar,
Banao ek naya usool
Beti ko karo qubool
Jeevan ka hai ye adhaar
Banta hai inhi se sansaar,
Likh us phul ka dard hamari aankhen bhar aai,
Teri banai duniya me O mera khuda ye teri kaisi khudai..
Ye teri kaisi khudai...
Collaboration by Manish Shrivastava and Sonia Paruthi
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
Mai paida ** sakta tha use maa ki kokh say
ya fir us maa ki kokh say
lekin hua is man ki kokh say
jiske pati ka naam ye tha.
Mujhe kisi ne pucha nahi
na jaane ki kisi ne koshish ki
bus bol diya ki tu ye dharma ka hay
or yha teri jaati hai.
Parjab bade hokar main nay
in zanjiro ko todna chaha to jana ki
mere apne hi vo zanjeer bane baithe the.
Jab vivas hokar mein chhat pataya
to paya ki vah hati ki rassi
jo zanjeer bane baithi thi vo tut ***
Or tab samajh mein aaya ki
us hathi ki rassi ki koi galti nahi thi
vah to bus meri pariksha thi.
Mein paida ** gaya us man ki kokh say
jiska pati ka naam ye tha.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC