A brief back ground to this poem.
This piece of verse is taken from a short story compiled by your truely, wherein the protagonist of the story Pratap , is sitting beside his ailing Mothers' bed in a hospital and is reflecting back on his long association with his mother ,- how she had shaped him into becoming an Acheiver, -the prime Minister of a state , despite being born into a peasants' family. Now is his time to pay back but Pratap finds himself too subdued for this payback..! this was despite him being a head of a state , a conquerer-- who had all the materialistic facilities at his toes...!
ए माँ , तू मेरे इस जीवन में ,उजियारा ले के आती है १
मेरे काले इस जीवन को, रंगों से खिलाती है !!
सोंचता हूँ मैं कभी, क्या उऋण हो पाउँगा ?
ऋण क्या माँ ,मैं सूद भी तेरा कभी जुटा न पाउँगा॥
कैसे भुलू मैं वह दिन , जब बुखार में मेरे तू जलती थी १
मैं सो जाऊँ चैन से, इसी लिए तू जागती थी ११
हार कर जब रोता था मैं, तू मुझे डांट समझती थी १
सब से छुप कर, किसी कोने में, दो आँशु रो जाती थी ११
- to be concluded
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Waiting for the complete poem...
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