Bachpan sach mei dheere dheere hathon se fisalta hai.
Jab bachche chote hote hain to maa sochti hai —
“Bas thode bade ho jayein, thoda waqt khud ke liye mil jaye.”
Aur jab woh sach mei bade hone lagte hain, tab samajh aata hai ki
jo shor kabhi thaka deta tha, wahi ghar ki sabse pyari awaaz thi.

Pehle har choti baat par “mumma” bulate the,
ab kai kaam khud hi kar lete hain.
Pehle har waqt piche piche ghoomte the,
ab unki apni choti si duniya banne lagi hai.
Pyaar aaj bhi utna hi karte hain,
bas jatane ka tareeka badal gaya hai.

Maa ki jagah bhi ajeeb hoti hai.
Woh dost banna bhi chahti hai
aur zarurat padne par rokna bhi.
Kyunki maa ka pyaar sirf laad nahi hota,
usme fikr bhi hoti hai, seekh bhi hoti hai,
aur woh darr bhi ki bachche kahin galat raah na chun lein.

Kai baar bachchon ko maa ki baatein achi nahi lagti,
par maa har baat mei bas unka bhala hi dhundti hai.
Woh hamesha yahi chahti hai ki
bachche acha karein, acha khayein,
aur ek achi zindagi jiyein.

Shayad har maa ek din yahi mehsoos karti hai —
“Meri zarurat khatam nahi hui…
bas pehle jaisi nahi rahi.”