Composed and recited the following as a tribute to my departed Mom, at a prayer meeting for her:
Maa, aapko aaj yahan
kya shradhanjali arpit karoon?
Sirf aapki
mahanta ko kuch kuch simran kar sakoon.
Aapki mamta ki yahan
kya tareef karoon?
Main toh aapki har
nazar mein mamta dekhi hai.
Suna tha aapse' ke' woh parmatma daya ke' sagar hain,
Humne' toh
aapki nazron mein daya ke' sagar dekhe' hain.
Kya Bhagwan, Kya
tirth, kya rishi muni, aur kya pir,
Inn sab se' badhkar
toh aap the’ Maa.
Mere' bachpan ki
woh tamam sharatein,
Aapne bahut khub
jheele' the’ Maa.
Meri zindgai ki
woh tamam mushkilien,
Dooor hote' chale' gaye' aapki duaon se'.
Maila ho gaya tha
aapka yeh chola kisi rog se',
Raah dekh raha
tha ek naya chola swarg ke' dwar se'.
Chale' gaye' aap apne' swarg ke' sthan pe',
Parmatma ke' uss anjaane' sansar mein,
Aapse' paayi hui
yeh anmol parvarish woh vardaan hai,
Meri
baaki zindagi ke' liye' ab ek anmol rattan hai.
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