SHE STILL IS MOM TO ME
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Our DNA is not the same
though we share the same last name
it doesn’t matter much to me
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
Teri Zindagi ek jaan k badle aayi ,
Wo to naa rahi , par sath humesha rahi uski parchaayi..
Tuje naa andhi rok paayi , naa khaayi nighal paayi..
Par ek insaan aur bhi raha , jisne apni saari Zindagi teri khidmat mai lagaayi..
Wo na hota , to shayad aaj tu na hota ,
Tere sine mai dhadakta ye masoom sa dil na hota..
Jo sabko mila , tuje wo to naa mila ,
Par jo tuje mila , wo kisiko naa mila..
Apno ka pyaar mila , dulhaar mila..
Par us jaan k khone ka upsos bhi mila..
Tu sochta raha , tu is Duniyan mai kyun aaya ,
Tere apno ne us Anmol jaan ko kyun gawaaya..
Shayad ye kisi ki galti thi ,
Ya fir ye Khuda ki hi marzi thi..
Ab jo tu aa gaya hai , yuhi nahi laut sakta ,
Tuje jaan denewaali k armaano ka tu gala nahi ghaut sakta..
Tu jaisa aaya hai , waisa hi jaana ,
Par apne sath us jaan k lie kaamyabi ka taufa zarur le jaana..
Teri Zindagi se kaee Zindagiyaan judi hai , tu ise yuhi naa gawaana..
Jab tu saare chipe raaz jaan jayega ,
Tab ye Zamana bhi tuje maan jayega..
Zindagi se haar mat , Zindagi ko jina sikha..
Nasib pe ro mat , apne Lakshya ko paa kar dikha..