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Oooo… Pardesaan de raah ne aukhe,
Par supne saade vadde ne… Maa di dua naal tur paye,
Dil vich hausle khadde ne…
Pind di mitti dil vich laike,
Aaye si assi supne laike,
Maa di akh da hanju chhupake,
Tur paye si dil nu samjhaake…
Suitcase ch si thode kapde,
Akhan vich si supne lakh de,
Sochiya si sab kujh bann jaana,
Kehra
pata si raah ne aukhe…
Din vi langhe, raat vi langhi,
Umeed saadi na tutt ke bhangi,
Duniya bhaavein kehndi ruk ja,
Dil kehnda — turde reh ja!
PR di umeed dil vich leke,
Turde aan asi hanju pee ke!
Digde aan te uthde fer,
Haar nahi mannni kise vi vehle!
PR
di umeed, maa di dua,
Eh hi saadi zindagi da sahara,
Ajj bhavein akhan nam ne,
Kal chamkega apna sitara!
Kalle kamre, thandiyan raatan,
Yaad aundiyan pind dian baatan,
Phone te maa jad puchhdi ae,
“Haal ki ae putt,
sach dass mainu?”
Hass ke kehnde, “Sab changa ae,” Par dil andar kujh hor chalda
ae, Kam di thakaan te supne vadde,
Phir vi pair nahi pichhe hatde!
Maa,
bas thoda hor sabar kari,
Asi haar ke mudna nahi,
Jinna chir saah challde ne,
Supne saade marne nahi!
PR di umeed dil vich leke,
Turde aan asi hanju pee ke!
Digde aan te uthde fer,
Haar nahi mannni kise vi vehle!
Maa di dua sir utte ae,
Pind di mitti dil vich
ae,
Ajj pardes ch akhan nam ne,
Kal apna ghar vi hovega!
Ik din maa nu phone karange,
“Hun fikar na kari…” Supna saada poora ho gaya,
Tera putt ghar aa
gaya…
PR di umeed… Kade mukkdi nahi…