14/11/2021
This Children's day after feeling super nostalgic about the childhood spent I couldn't stop writing this. This poem talks about the forgotten things.
Bhul gaye
Is zinadgi me zarurato ko pura karne ke liye bhagte bhagte hum jeena hi bhul gaye
Wo mithi ki sondhi si khushboo jo pheli Barsaat ke baad man ko khushiyon se bhar deti thi kabhi us mithi se phir se judna hi bhul gaye
Us Nadi chor per baith apne pairo ko bhete pani me dubo kar pareshaniyo ko baha dena bhul gaye is Zindagi ki daud me jeena hi bhul gaye.
Bhin-Bhin Mukote lagate hatate kai kirdar nibhate mitate asal me kon hai hum yehi bhul gaye, is Zindagi ki daud bhag me jeena hi bhul gaye
Wo Maa ki goodh me sar rakhkar sone me kya sukun milta tha ab ek pal un sung baith ke baat karna hi bhul gaye hai, is Zindagi ki daud me mano jeena hi bhul gaye hai
Gaav me jana ab maano old fashioned sa hogaya hai apne aap ko modern dikhate dikhate apni sadgi ko bhul gaye hai, is Zindagi ki daud me hum jeena hi bhul gaye hai
Nana Nani ke saath uhi haste gaate bita karti thi chutiyaan kabhi par is 9 to 6 ke chakkar me unse milna hi bhul gaye hai
is Zindagi ki daud me jeena hi bhul gaye hai
Ane wali nasal bi hum se hi sikh rahi hai wo bhi phone me raat se din aur din se raat kar rahi hai, wo bhi is samajh sang dodhte bhagte isiko hi jeena ka salikha man rahi hai
Bachpan kab na jane beeth gaya, mano kal ki hi baat thi jab kisi shrarat ke daath padti thi kabhi aab concrete ke jungle me rehte rehte mano dil bhi concrete se hogaye hai, Na jane kyu zindagi ke daud bhag me hum jeena hi bhul gaye hai
this poem just came to me wrote this thing almost after 2 years of no touch with writing don't know was it the pandemic or as the poem suggest.
Mai shayad likhna hi bhul g*i thi
