Meri piyari maa
When a male is born in a Pakistani family, his birth is celebrated. He is loved and pampered by his mom and sisters. One day another female enters the life of this man and (in majority of cases) he fails to maintain a balance. Here is a life story of a typical male in our society.
Jab tu paida hua kitna majboor tha
Yeh jahan teri sochoun se bhi door tha
Haath paoun bhi tab tere apney na they
Teri aankhoun main dunya ke sapney na they
Tujh ko aata tha jo sirf rona hi tha
Doodh pe ke tera kaam sona hi tha
Tujh ko chalna sikhaya tha maa ne teri
Tujh ko dil main basaya tha maa ne teri
Maa ke sayee main parwaan charney laga
Waqt ke saath qadd tera bharney laga
Dheerey dheerey tu karial jawaan ho gaya
Tujh pe sara jahaan mehrbaan ho gaya
Zor-e-bazu pe tu baat kerney laga
Khud se sajney laga, khud sawrney laga
Aik din ek haseena tujhey bha gaye
Ban ke dulhan woh tere ghar aa gaye
Farz apney se tu door honey laga
Beej(seed) nafrat ka khud hi tu boney laga
Phir tu maa baap ko bhi bhulaney laga
Teer baatoun ke phir tu chalaney laga
Baat be baat en se tu larney laga
Qaida ek naya phir tu perhney laga
Yaad ker tujh se maa ney kaha tha ek din
Abb hamara guzara nahin tere bin
Sunn ke yeh baat tu taish main aa gaya
Tera ghussa teri aqal ko kha gaya
Josh main aa ke tu ne yeh maa se kaha
Main tha khamosh sab dekhta hi raha
Aaj kehta houn peecha mera chor do
Jo hai rishta mera tum se woh tor do
Jao ja ke kahin kaam dhanda karo
Log mertey hain tum bhi kahin ja maro
Baith ker aahain bhartey they woh raat bhar
Un ki aahoun ka tujh pe hua na asr
Aik din baap tera chala rooth ker
Kaisi bikhri thi phir teri maa toot ker
Phir woh be-bus ajal ko bulati rahi
Zindage iss ko her roz sta-ti rahi
Aik din mout ko phir tars aa gaya
Iss ka rona bhi taqdeer ko bha gaya
Ashq aankhoun main they woh rawana hui
Mout ka ek hichki bahana hui
Ek sakoo iss ke chehrey pe chaaney laga
Phir to mayat(dead body) ko iski sajaney laga
Muda-tein ho gayein aaj bhoora hai tu
Jo para tuti khatiya pe koora(garbage) hai tu
Tere bachey bhi ab tujj se dartey nahin
nafaratein hain, muhabbat woh kerty nahin
Dard main tu pukarey ke “oh! mere maa!”
Tere dam se roshan they dono jahan
Waqt chalta rahey, waqt rukta nahin
Toot jata hai woh jo ke jhukta nahin
Ban ke ibrat ka tu ab nishaan reh gaya
Dhoondhey(find) zor tera kahan reh gaya
Tu ehkaam-e-Rabbi bhulata raha
Apney maa baap ko tu sta-ta raha
Kaat le tu wohi, tu ne boya tha jo
Tujh ko kaisey miley tu ne khoa tha jo
Yaad ker ke gaya dorr roney laga
Kal jo tu ney kia aaj honey laga
Mout mangey tujhey aati nahin
Maa ki surat nighahoun se jati nahin
Tu jo khansey to aulad dant-ty tujhey
Tu hai nasoor, sukh koun bant-tey tujhey
Mout aye gi tujh ko magar waqt per
Ban hi jaye gi teri qabr waqt per
Qadar maa baap ki gar koi jaan ley
Apni jannat ko dunya main pehchaan ley
Aur leta rahey woh baroun ki dua
Isske dono jahan, isska hammi Khudah
Yaad rakhna to saghir ki iss baat ko
Bhool jaana na rehmat ki barsaat ko!
Very compelling and so very true – thanks for sharing this beautiful poetry
Thanks Jalal HB for appreciating….You have a very impressive blog yourself.
Thanks phw. I forgot to mention that I have linked this post in my blog for a wider reading in larger “public interest.”
Thank you Jalal HB …. I hope this may knock at the hearts and minds of a few!
Hi,
It is interesting how much alike our two countries are. Birth of a son is celebrated here too with great pomp.
We have two pretty daughters and we are proud of them. If were to have another child, we would still choose a girl. Daughters are so affectionate, loving and caring. Above all they are so colorful too.
I am sorry if I seem to disagree with many, but I think it is unfortunate to give more preferance to a male child. I feel that both girl and boy should be treated equally as both are a gift from God.
Cheers,
Atanu,
India