Maa, Sapnaa, ek sundar sapnaa, ...

Kal mousam baDaa suhaana thaa,

Thii chaand se roushan sab dharti!!

Thandi purwaa, ghar ka aangan,

Kucch pakne ki meethi khushboo,

Main aangan mein yoonhi jaise,

Kucch waqt bitaane ki khaatir,

Jhoole par jaake let gaya,

Aur chaand ko dekh raha thaa ki.....

Maloom nahiin, kab aankh lagii,

Aur jhoole ke hinDolon mein,

Palne waala aabhaas milaa,

Nav-shishu mera man vashibhoot,

Nidraa ke uDan khatole mein,

Natkhat, kilkaari bhartaa thaa.....

Sahsaa, maine aawaaz suni,

Shaayad chooDi takraane kii,

Ya daal mein ChhounK lagaane ki,

Shaayad meraa dhokha tha par,

Aahat thi Maa ke aane kii....

Wo aai, bagal mein baiTh gayii,

Takiyaa saadha, Mujhko dekha,

Phir dheere se boli mujhse,

“Mera shonu beTaa jaag gayaa”

Main vismit thaa, kucch kahaa nahiin,

Bas kilkaari bhar letaa thaa,

Kabhi haath paaoN chhitraata thaa,

Kabhi mooh se Laar bahaata thaa,

Ek umr ke baad thaa maine,

Maa ka saaf saaf chehra dekha,

Maine sapne mein bachpan dekha,

Ek sundar saa sapnaa dekha...

Tabhi neend khuli, main jaag gaya,

Jhoola khaali thaa, main tanhaa,

Thaa koi nahiin, abhi paas mere,

Main ek anjaane des mein baithaa,

Kaam kaaj ke chakkar mein,

Pariwaar chhod ke aaya thaa....

Arsaa beeta, ek umr hui,

Maine ghar waalon ko arson se,

Naa mails likhe, naa baatein kii,

Ek phone paDaa thaa paas wahiin,

Bas number Dial karnaa thaa,

Mujhe Maa se baatein karni thiiN,

Par wo bhi kahaan ho paati thiiN?

Tabhi phone bajaa, maine dekha,

Meri Maa ka number flash huaa,

Ek adbhut Kshan thaa, wo jaise.....

Meri aankh mein boondein bhar aaiN,

Maa boli, beta tujhe kahiin,

Disturb to maine kiyaa nahiin?

Main bebas thii, maine abhi abhi,

Tere bachpan ka sapnaa dekhaa.

Kabhi kisi bahaane tu bhi magar,

Hamein kabhi kabhi hi, yaad to kar?

Main kya kehtaa, main vismit thaa,

Bharrae gale se, “Maa” kahkar....

Main sisak sisak kar ro baithaa.....

Maa ki mamtaa se parichit thaa,

Bas taakat se anjaana thaa.....

Mamtaa ki shakti itni hai,

Maa aankhon mein bhar jaati hai,

Maa neeNd ki lori gaati hai,

phir sapnaa banke aati hai...

Hum door rahein, yaa paas rahein,

Mamtaa ki chhaya ke neeche,

Jhat 'bacchon se' so jaatein hain.....:))

I wrote this poem almost 2.5 years back, when I was there, far away; doing my internship at TUM, Germany. And this incident, really happened with me. I am posting this today as I found it written on a piece of paper, embedded between some important looking documents, while cleaning them. How come I lost this important poetry of mine? Anyways, called up mother, shared with her. As she wanted this, I am posting this for you all. Maa says; everyone, read every one of us, can relate this to our lives, where ever we are, and whatever we are, Mother matters. I believe, she is right.

This strong sensation, applies to both, my mother, and my motherland. One of the prominent reasons why I never, ever, will be interested in settling abroad. 

Respects to my mother and every mother in this world. Mummies, you rock!!

Regards,

Piyush Raj Sakht Jaani