maa hony ka ehssas sbsy juda hota h, lakho khushiyaa ek traf or woh ehssas ek traf, jisy shabdoo mai bayaan nhi kiya jaa skta, bchy k aany sai phly or aany k baad ek maa ussi, mai apna vazud dekhti h, jab kuch acha kry bacha toh kha jata h y humny sikhaya h., ya humary khoon mai h y toh, magar jb chota sa bchaa roo dai agar apni nasamj si zidd pr, toh humy y btaya jata h ki tumny issy bigaad rkha h, jb unki daat par woh chup naa ho., toh kha jata h ,tumhi issy shi nhi sikhati pr woh nadan si jaan maa sai lipat kr chup ho jata h, unhy pta hi nhi ki bchy ko kya chahaiye uski zidd kya h, magar ek maa ko khabar h ki ussy kya chhaiye hota h. khushi. maa ..lv u my maa. my poetry
