During my childhood you told me stories
Through those lively stories you would take me to a dreamland.
Dreamland where my prince waited for me in white horse
Fairyland where people used to sing songs of harmony
Cloud-cockoo land where not only stories of gold feelings existed but also seems to be real
I am angry with you maa
Now at age of 21, i realize whenever you took me to those dreamland you covered my eyes throughout the journey. You would softly open that blindfold only after reaching your stories-land.
You covered my eyes because that journey wasn't beautiful like your stories.
You took me to my prince charming when you yourself was humiliated by your husband.
You took me to clear-hearted people when you yourself had hurting manacles by this society.
You gifted me all beads of happiness when you yourself was trying to gather broken beads of your dream
You shouldn't have covered my eyes.
You should have permitted me to hold your hand, though small but would have showed that i am with you.
You should have permitted me to fight with all those who hurted you, though i wouldn't be good at words but the rage in my eyes would have been enough.
Thinking all that today i have bought a diamond necklace and also a necklace with beads of love, happiness.
You again covered my eyes and creating a replica of both you slipped the real ones in my pocket and opened my eyes to ask "how i am looking?"
Mother! I worship you.
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यह उन दिनो की बात है,
जब खत आया करता था,
अपनो से खबर मिलने का,
इन्तजार रहा करता था ।
डाकिया के आने का,
सब राह देखा करते थे,
पा कर चिट्ठी अपनो से,
खुब खुश हुआ करते थे ।
कागज का बस पन्ना था,
भावनाओ से भरा होता था,
बोलता नही था मुंह से,
पर अपना सा लगता था ।
गुजर गया वो समय,
आया नया जमाना,
खत हो गया पुराना,
हुआ चैट को आजमाना ।
सोचती हुं वो वक्त,
काश कभी ना गुजरता,
किसी से दूरी का दर्द,
काश सबको पता चलता ।