“𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀: 𝐄𝐊 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐀”

“PAPA: EK KHAMOSH FARISHTA”

– Dedicated to every father: the unsung poem in our life's ghazal.

Is kavita ke dwara, kavi apni soch ko vyakt kartey huye yeh kehna chahta hai ki, ek baap sirf ek rishta nahi hota — balki woh zindagi ka sabse bada sahaara hota hai; woh ek aisa noor hota hai jo har andhere mein raasta dikhata hai. Wah roshni kabhi bujhti nahi, chahe waqt kitna bhi kathin kyun na ho. Har musibat mein jo chup chaap khada rehta hai, uski khamoshi mein mohabbat, qurbani aur ek bepanah jazba chhupa hota hai — jo lafzon se nahi, sirf dil se mehsoos hota hain.

Subah ki roshni se pehle, apke qadam chaltey hain,

Roz ki duaon mein sirf meri fikr kartey hain,

Ghar mein ek insaan kam, ek farishta-sa rehta hain,

Wahi toh mere Papa hain, jo har dard seh lete hain.

Zindagi ke bheed bhare raaston mein,

Chhupa ek saaya sada saath chalta hain.

Na shor, na shikayat — bas pyar liye,

Woh hi toh hai jo 'Baap' kehlata hain.

Dil mein andhera jab chhaya tha,

Kisi ne chupke se diya jalaya tha.

Na pucha, na bola, bas tham rakha haath,

Meri har raah main, mere Papa ka hai sath.

Chand si maa ke afsaane the, beech mein ek sooraj chhupa,

Na kabhi rootha, na rukka, bas khamoshi mein chalta raha.

Thakaan bhi na aayi, na kabhi woh jhuka,

Waqt ke maidan mein har dard chupke se nigal gaya.

Bina kahe mann ki baat samajh jaatey,

Ek pal mein dard ki gehraayi likh jaatey.

Lafzon ki apko bhala zarurat hi kahaan thi?

Aankhon se padh lete, khamoshi mein sab keh jaatey.

Raat ke 2 baje, khamoshi mein sapne ladte the,

Zindagi se haar kar, aansoon chupke se behte the.

Tab woh aaye, sirhane pe haath rakh kar bole —

“Main hoon na, beta… ab tu sukoon se neend mein doob ja.”

Jazbaat jo zubaan tak kabhi na aaye,

Mohabbat, qurbani, wafadari sab chhup jaaye.

Apki aankhon mein har kahani likhi milti,

Apki har muskurahat mein dard ki lehar chhupi rehti.

Zindagi ke maidan mein kabhi aap haare nahi,

Apke jaisa sipahi, duniya mein maine kabhi dekha nahi,

Apki aankhon mein jo roshni hai – woh hai be-misal,

Apki haathon ki lakeerein likhti hai meri har dastaan.

Apki godh mein bachpan ke din yaad hain mujhe,

Apka daud kar aana bhi, jab girta tha main thoda sa bhi.

“Chhoti baat pe rona nahi beta,” keh kar,

Kandhe pe uthakar raja jaisa mehsoos karwana.

Apke kandhon pe baitha toh duniya chhoti lagi,

Apki ungli pakad ke har mushkil asaan lagne lagi.

Aap na ho toh khud se bhi door ho jaata hoon,

Apke bina main adhoora saaya-sa reh jaata hoon.

Apke haathon ne sambhali thi meri pehli cycle,

Jab training wheels hataye the, tab aap bane mere angel.

“Pedal maar, main pakda hoon tujhe,” jo apki awaaz thi,

Aaj bhi sunai deti hai jab zindagi ki raah kathin lagti hain.

Main toh bada ho gaya, par aap aasman se bhi buland ho,

Aap har chhoti baatein yaad rakhte ho, jaise dil mein likhi koi diary ho,

Aap sirf ‘Father’ nahi — aap toh meri zindagi ka naqsha ho,

Har toofan bhi ek paighaam sa lagta hain, aagar aap saath ho.

Aaj bhi apki aankhon mein wahi pyaar hain,

Wahi chand si halki si chamak samaa rahi hain.

Jab baith ke baatein karte hain hum,

Lagta hai jaise waqt bhi thoda tham-sa gaya hain.

Jo kandhe kabhi uthaate the mujhe aasmaan tak,

Ab thode jhuke hain, par hausla ab bhi hai sakht.

Waqt ne di hai chand jhurriyaan apke chehre pe,

Par apki duaon ka noor kabhi nahi bujha.

Aapke haath ab thode kaampte zaroor hain,

Par wahi haath aaj bhi mere liye sahara hain.

Apke saath bitaye har lamhe yaad rehte hain,

Woh pal dil ke kone mein sada mehka karte hain.

Aap na ho toh sab kuch khaali-sa lage,

Aap hi toh meri duniya ke mukhya-aadhar bane.

Father’s Day aaya hai, yaadon ko jeene ka bahaana,

Shukriya un palon ke liye — jo bana gaye ek afsaana.

Father’s Day sirf ek din nahi, apki yaadon ka ujaala hain,

Dil se shukriya — aap ne har mod pe saath nibhaaya hain.

Apki daant bhi ek dua thi, chhupi thi usmein dastaan,

Aap mere asli hero ho — khuda ka bheja nishaan.

(Waise main Khuda par bharosa nahi karta,

Par aapke pyar mein wo roshni zaroor nazar aati hain.)

Iss Father’s Day par, bas itna kehna chahta hoon,

“Aap ho, toh main hoon — Papa.

Aur yeh zindagi apki muskurahat se hi poori hoti hain.

Papa, aap ho meri duniya ka noor,

Apke bina, yeh dil hai bechain zaroor.

Aaj ke din main bas itna kehna chahu,

“You’re the BEST, Papa — & I LOVE YOU!”

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