Tang Galiyon Main

Tang Galiyon Main, Mera Ghar Tha,

Mera Parivaar Tha, Mera Jahan Tha,

Muthhi Bhar Jagah Par, Main Khushal Tha…

Muthhi Bhar Jagah Par, Main Khushal Tha…

Mere Nate Rishtedaar, Har Taraf They,

Ghar Ke Bagal Main, Gali Ke Uss Paar,

Do Ghar Chodd Ke,

Har Taraf Bus Apne They,

Har Taraf Bus Apne They…

Mama Ji Samne, Toh Chacha Ji Bagal Main,

Ek Gali Chodd Kar, Bua Meri Basi Thi,

Mausi Unke Theek Bagal Main Datin Thi,

Har Taraf Bus Apne They,

Har Taraf Bus Apne They…

Nukkad Ke Pansari Bhi Chacha Ho Gaye They,

Aur Dudhiya Bhi Muh Bole Mama Ho Gaye They,

Aur Dakiye Bhai Ho Gaye They,

Har Taraf Bus Apne Ho Gaye They,

Har Taraf Bus Apne Ho Gaye They…

Gali Ke Bhikhari Se Bhi Ek Nata Sa Ho Gaya Tha,

Aur Sufi Baba Ka Gana Jana Pehchana Ho Gaya Tha,

Gali Jaise Mera Sara Jahan Ho Gaya Tha,

Har Koi Bus Apna Sa Ho Gaya Tha,

Har Koi Bus Apna Sa Ho Gaya Tha…

Peepal Ki Pedh Ka Chabutra Mehmannkhana Tha,

Jamuno Ka Pedh Khelon Ka Maidan Tha,

Pedhon Par Latakey Imli Aur Aam Toh Bus Apne Hi They,

Har Taraf Bus Apne Hi Apne They,

Har Taraf Bus Apne Hi Apne They…

  

Tang Galiyon Main, Mera Ghar Tha,

Mera Parivaar Tha, Mera Jahan Tha,

Muthhi Bhar Jagah Par, Main Khushal Tha…

Muthhi Bhar Jagah Par, Main Khushal Tha…

By – Surya Prakash Arya

(This Hindi Poem describes the inner thought roams around in my mind. This Hindi Poem describing my recent interaction with my neighbor and how he misses his family and his old home. We might make progress in our life, however, a part of us always takes us back to the memory lane).