paidaish ke saath hi naam judaa shtree...
phir beti...
phir behan...
badi huyi,
ekk aur rishtaa judaa...
patni huyi ek shakhs ki,
aur phir maa...
sari umr joojhti rhi...
uss shakhs ki khaatir...
apne bachchon ki khaatir...
parivaar ki khaatir...
jaise yeh dharti maa sahti hai sab kuchh,
shaayad yeh prakritii hai...
har ladki mein rha karti hai maa,
maa ka dil jo komal hota hai...
har dard sahti hai umr bhar,
par woh ublti nhi jwalamukhi ki tarha,
kyuki maa hoti hai ess dharti par ishwar ka roop...
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