For the Bestest parents in the world.... something which I couldn't tell them.
Rubaroo Ho jaun
unke, or dil ke ye raaz khol du
maa ki god me
sar rakhkar , man me aayi har bat bol du.
Kitni khubsoorat
zindagi di hai unhone mujhe,
Dil chahta hai apni
khushiya ko, unko gamo se tol du.
Par ye bhi to phir
kuch nahi, mai unke rahm-o-karam ka kya mol du.
Meri har galati par
, papa ne pyar lootaya.
Jo gussa bhi hue wo
to, kabhi na jataya.
Masoom shararti
khwahishein meri, sabko unhone sar ankho par utthaya.
Aasan nahi hai bata
pana, unke upkaro ka jab hisaab lagaya.
Mere sapno ko hi
unhone, apne jine ka maksad banaya.
In ummeedo par unki,
mai hakikat ki syahi ghol du.
Maa ki god me sar
rakhkar, man me aayi har bat bol du.
Beti ko bojh
samajhte hai log, par unhone mujhko apna gurror bana diya.
Meri jit ka shrey
mujhe dekar, har haar ko meri apna bana liya.
Sochti hoon ye khuda
hai khud, ya khuda ke bande,
Jo mujhe zindagi
dekar, apna jogi bana diya.
Jan-o-jahan hai
jinse mera, jaroorat ho unhe to katra katra saans tatol du.
Maa ki god me sar
rakhkar, man me aayi har baat bol du.
Unki di hui is
zindagi me, mai unke liye kuch kar jaun.
Jee rahi hoon unke liye, chahe unke liye hi mar jaun.
Jin ankho ne mujhe humesha khush dekhna chaha, mai akhir kese wo ankhein bhar jaun.
Kyon ye rasm-o-rivaz
hai duniya ke , beti hoon……. To mai dooje ghar jaun.
Gar bas chale mera,
to is dastur ko naa bol du.
Rubaroo ho jaun
unke, or dil ke sare raaz khol du.
Maa ki god me sar
rakhkar, man me aayi har bat bol du.
