Krishh

Woh Jo Ek Shann Tha,
Jab Khabar Mili Thi Humko,
Ki Ghar Mein Ek Chotta Sa,
Aane Wala Hain Mehmaan …

Rome Rome Pulkit Ho Gaya Tha,
Aur Lagne Laga Tha Har Din Tyohaar,
Har Ek Din Bus Yun Lagta Tha,
Ki Kab Ho Jayega Yeh Yun Phurr…

Kuchh Dino Mein Jab Tu Aakaar,
Maa Mein Le Raha Tha Tu Sakaar,
Har Din Tujh Se Baatein Karke,
Hum Khush Ho Rahe They Tujh Ko Paake…

Matritva Pitritva Ka Ho Raha Tha Bodh,
Khushaal Tha Ghar Ko Har Kona Sroth,
Tere Liye Har Din Kar Rahe They,
Kuchh Tyari Aur Kuchh Sochh…

Woh Samay Bada Hi Uthal Puthal Tha,
Vivashtaon Ka Bojh Bada Tha,
Kai Baataon Mein Pransh Chinn They,
Aur Kai Baataon Ke Jawaab Kai They….

Par Unn Sithiyon Ko Bhi Humne,
Khub Dath Kar Hain Niptaya,
Aur Tabhi Toh Hamari Godh Mein,
Nanha Sa Yeh Bal Gopal Aaya…

Apno Ka Kuchh Achha Saath Mila,
Aur Shurrvat Ka Kuchh Mitha Samay Bithaya,
Aur Dheere Dheere Har Paristhiyaon Ko,
Apne Liye Maakul Banaya…

Hum Har Din Tumko Badhta Dekh Rahe Hain,
“Krishh” Ko Kahna Ki Tarah Soch Rahe Hain,
Aur Soch Soch Ke Aane Wale,
Dino Ko Bhi Hum Dekh Rahe Hain…

“Krishh” Ka Woh Haath Hilana,
Nanhi Palko Ko Jhapkana,
Aur Zor Se Shor Machna,
Phir Ithlana Aur Haas Jana…

Rajaon Sa Iska Bachpan,
Dudh Peeke Khub Khelna,
Aur Phir Su Su Potty Karke,
Saaf Karake Phir So Jana…

Mummy Kehti Hain IAS Banana,
Papa Chahte Hain Khel Mein Jana,
Dada Bhau Ka Bhi Kya Kehna Hain,
Pandit Ji Se Har Roz/Din Bicharwana…

Par Hum Sabh Yahi Hain Chahte,
Yeh Bada Ho Kar Khushhaal Bane/Rahe,
Aur Apne Lambe Jeevan Path Par,
Naam Roshan Kare Yeh Ghar Ka Deepak...

Hum Sabhi Ka Haath,
Hain “Krishh” Par,
Golu Bhagwati Aur Ishtaon Ka Bhi,
Aashirvad Hain “Krishh” Par…

Surya Prakash Arya

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(This Hindi poem is dedicated to my son “Krishh” born on 1st September, 2012 at Dehra Dun, Uttarakhand. Through this Hindi poem I am mesmerizing some just gone days, and contempalating coming days of Krishh to be as bright as light of “Sun”).