साहित्य प्रकार

Thursday, February 3, 2011

.............Maa.........


 Maa ne mujhe is tarah pala hai
Nakhuda ne kashti ko jaise toofan mein sambhala hai
Meri shararton se jo hansi us ke chehre par aai hai
Yeh saughat baharon ne bhi nahin paai hai
Us ki be-laus mohabbat ka mujh par jo saaya hai
Kisi rishte ne woh mokaam nahin paaya hai
Pakad kar haath mera jo chalna sikhaya hai
Aaj tak aisa rahbar main ne nahin paaya hai
Mere dukh se jo sailaab uski aankh mein aata hai
Samundar bhi us toofan ka taab nahin laata hai
Aashyane mein mere aaj aaram bahaut hai
Maa ke aanchal mein sakoon bahaut hai
Jiske pairon ke neeche jannat hai
Yeh khuda ki,hum sab ko sab se badi nehmat hai
Aa mujh ko phir ik baar seene se laga le maa
Apna chanda,apna suraj,apna raja, in naamo se bula le maa
Bahaut roya hoon main tere aanchal se bichar kar
Phir gud-gudiya karke woh bachpan wali mujhe,hasa le maa
Maa teri gaud ka mujhe woh sahara de de
Bartan mein jo dikhaati thi,woh sitara de de
Maa mujhe suna woh loriyan bachpan ki
Maa mujhe ik baar phir se woh nazara de de
Ban ke rahoon sadda tera laadla main
Teri gaud mein le kar mujhe,yeh jahan saara de de
Teri raahon mein main khud ko rakh doon
Maa mujhe tu khidmat karne ka phir ishara de d

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A POEM OF THE JAPNIS MAN



         
      To dream the impossible dream
              To fight the unbeatable fro   
              To bear with unbearable sorrow
              To run where the brave dare not to go
              To love the pure and chaste from a far
              To right the unforgivable wrong
             To try when your arms are too weary
             To reach that unreachable star
             This is my quest to follow that star
             No matter how place, no matter how far.
             To fight for the right.
            Without question , without pause.
            To be willing to march in to the hell
            For heavenly cross.





                                                                                     ------   La  Mancha