Aaj kuch fursat k pal mile, socha unhe apni yaadon k saath bita lu.
Yahi sochte sochte aadat se majboor Kangan ghumane lagi tabhi nazre unki purani chamak pe pari.
Yaado ki ek leher aisi zehen me aayi. kuch sipiya or kuch kichad k chhite b laai.
Sipiyo k moti se jo mala piroithi . dil k kisi kone me tangi khush ho rahi thi.
Ek ek moti hamare khusnuma pal the. jo aaj se behtar kai zyada kal the.
Kangan k roop me daadi ma ka pyar tha wo. unki bitiya badi hogi ek din ye jaanti thi wo.
khoob jhagarti unse jab wo khali hath dekh kar tokti. Aaj samaj me aaya wo kangan utarne se thi kyu rokti.
Shaadi main nayee design k kangan pehnu ye armaan tha mera. jab maa ne daadi ki taraf ishaara kiya, bhul gai me zid apni. sochti thi Daadi pe ye ehsaan tha mera..
Aaj jab daagdar daaman dekha to mehsus kiya purana ho ya naya Sone or insaan ki kimat kabhi nahi ghatti. bas asli nakli ka fark hame maaloom ho..
Kaam aaye wahi kangan jab koi rasta na dikha. dhas jati daldal me agar mera hath us kangan se na hota badha...
Aaj b jab is zewar ki baat krte he me or wo . shukr krte he nazre sukoon se utha kar mano lambi ghutan k baad saas le rahe ho wo..
Jab b kehte he wo me tujhe kuch de na paya. Sar utha k naaz se kehti hu mujh sa kismat wala kon hoga jisne ek kangan ko do baar kamaya...
Meri baat sun kar mushkurate he wo phir b mujhe maloom meri tarkdaari unke zakhmo ku dawa nahi..
Jab b ye bhare hath dekhti hu . unpe pyaar or b aata he. unki mehnat ka sila he ki aaj mere hatho me ye zewar chamakta he...
Bhulugi kabhi na ab jo Daadi ne widai wakt dil bhare lafzo me kaha tha. keh sakti thi bohat kuch nai dulhan ko sikhme par ek jumle me sab kuch keh daala..
Beti naye ghar ja rahi sab ko chhodke bass is budhiya ki ek baat maan lena na jana dil todke...
Maloom he tum chidhti ho is baatse phr b kahugi
YE KANGAN KABHI NA UTARNA HAATH SE....
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I know I know its too long but I dont know how to fill up a sea in a glass. .
This poem is dedicated to my lovely Grandma
Ya one imp thing I dont hv dedication option here so will write it in content of chp..
same goes with Dreams and nighmare I hope I post its chp by tommorow. This eng language is really killing me...
*whisper* this one is easy to write.. Dont try to rat me out to Riddhi ok or Navi will kill me..
ba bye..
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