तुम क्या सिखाओगे मुझे, प्यार करने का सलीक़ा
मैंने 'माँ' के एक हाथ से थप्पड़, दूसरे से रोटी खाई है
- साकेत गर्ग-
माँ वो पेड़ है
जिसकी छाया जितनी दूर जाओ
उतनी ज़्यादा होती जाती है।-
The stories I used to weave in those
red threads of the woolen frock
are now worn by my daughter.
You don't find any trouble in this?
Oh! fellow readers,
She has started inking
those stories for you to read.
Are you still unable to see any trouble?
The trouble is, my stories start
from my experiences, but
her stories start from
my conclusions.-
सृजन की इस कड़ी में,
अपने पिता की एक बूंद,
और माँ का अवर्णनीय आनन्द हूँ मैं।-
•••••
•The role of•
her character mi
ght be different in
different h o m e s, but 'she' is
•the only one who is unique with
•monochromatic colour amidst•
t h e variegated colours. S h e rules...
She r u l e s the existence o f love•
with h e r own identity. Carrying a
child in h e r hand is never a burden for
her. But,the real b u r d e n for her is,de-
nying to• have food from the restless
hand •that carried me f o r long. She
t o o has c h o i c e s. Choices
which m i g h t not be
liked by m e. But. But
if she can sacrifice for
the choices of mine,then
why can't I She is the luc--