By Samriddhi Somwanshi
Mila na umar bhar maa ka pyaar jise,
Use har surat mein maa dikhti hai.
Kisi ko na aati taras uspe, niyati bhi badi kachor hoti hai.
Maa ke jaisa sneh kahan, kyunki duniya to kaanton se hoti hai.
Krishna ko bhi hum par daya kahan hoti,
Maa na hoti to hum jaise ke astitva kahan hote.
Jab maa ko us bhagwan ka pratinidhi kehte hain,
To beech mein haath kyun chhodti hai?
Jab duniya ki sabse badi tanveer maa hai,
To uske aanchal se kyun rahun adhura main?
Main to rani beti thi, jise apne aanchal mein rakh ke seencha tha,
Phir ye anarth karne se pehle kyun na socha tha?
Khud ko nyaay ki moorat kehta hai na Krishna,
To meri Yashoda ko mujhse kyun toda tha?