Mere papa - EK Kavita Papa ke Liye...

Mere papa 

Is Prithvi m Bhi Ek Khuda Hota h... 

Jo sb logo se juda hota h.. 

Sari takfifo ko chup-chap shata rhtaa h... 

Kbhi mere bcho ko koi tklif na ho ye sochne wala pita hota h.. 

Khud chahe bhukha rhe, priwar ka pet bharta h, 

Na ho chahe tn m uske kpde , 

Bchho k liye nye kpde lata h .. 

Kdi dhup ho ya ho brsat bs ghr se nikl jata h, 

Kam krta h din bhr sam ko ghr m ata h.. 

Mn m ho chahe kitni tklife sb se vh chupata h.. 

Dil m kitne drd chupaye bcho k sng muskurata h..

Whi to h hmara khuda jo kdi dhup m chaya bn kr  hme gle lgata h, 

Khud na dekha kbhi school, pr hme school pdata h..

 Kha se ata feesh k pese kese ghr chlata h .. 

Whi to h khuda  hamara, jo hmare liye duniya se ld jata h..

Kbhi na ho tklif hme ye sochne wala hmara pita hota h..  

Ha vhi to Hamara Khuda Hota h, pita to bs pita Hota h...

Happy Father's Day...