Maa ki god,Pita ka sar pe hath
yaad aa raha h sab ek sath
Rote rote wo maa se lipat jana
Aansuo k sang houle se muskrana
yad aata h maa ka awaz lagana
chupke se aangan me daud k ana
Wo maa ka apne hathon se roti khilana
pita ki unglee pakad k ghumne Jana
Zid me jam k shor machana
ruthna,machalna maa ko satana
Ab na koi zid h na ruthna manana
bhul gaye h hum wo muskurana
Sabhyata ki aad me ye hum kahan kho gaye.
lagta h ab hum bade ho gaye
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