PAPA


PAPA
Nanhi thi,choti thi
Dhoond ke jisko roti thi
Nahi aaya gale lagane ek bar ko
Taras gayi beti uske pyaar ko
Betiya papa ki pari hoti hai
Unke aangan ki chhavi hoti hai
Jab hoti hai unki bidayi
Nahi sahi jati baap se ye judai..
Rote hain tadapte hai gale laga kar
Phir bhej dete hai khud se dur muskura kar
Kehti hai saheliya papa mere liye eid pe ye laye wo laye
Aankho me nami liye sochti hai wo beti kaash iss eid mere papa ghar aayein..
Nanhi thi,choti thi
Dhoond ke jisko roti thi
Papa kehne ko taras gayi
Ek din wo apne khuda pe baras gayi
Kyun chin lia mera baap
Kya kia tha nanhi ne paap
Aankho me jiske nami rehti hai
Pal pal baap ki kami sehti hai..
Papa!!papa
Dil me wo bolti hai
Man hi man wo roti hai
Baap ka pyar ya gussa kesa hota hai nahi janti wo
Tasvir hi usko bas niharti h wo...
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Nanhi thi,choti thi...

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