The Undelivered Letter

This is a fictional letter from an adult son who lives in a different city, to a mother.

Haan hai fikar mujhe,
Bohot kam nahi zyada hai,
Kaise batau khone ke khyaal se bhi,
Phoot-phoot ke rona aa jaata hai.

Mann karta hai ki har waqt saath rahoon,
Ek pal bhi zindagi kaa jaane naa doo, Rahoon saath, mehsoos karoon, isi waqt ka aanand loon.
Par jakad kar rakh rakhaa hai kuch zimmedariyon ne mujhe.

Yaad hai mujhe bachpan ka har ek kissa.
Dil me basa hai sab mere,
Haan Karta hai mann ki jee paau vaise hi.
Saath hou tumhare, mamta ki chaav mein,
Bina kisi chinta, kisi tanaav ke.

Har pal, har gadi
Saath naa ho kar bhi khone ka darr lagta hai,
Bina ek jhalak dekhe tumhari, bina gale se lagae.
Sone me aaj bhi darr lagta hai.

Lo phir se likh diya khat,
Dukh se bara hua, dard me dooba hua,
Aur phir se tumse isey padhne ka haq cheen raha hoon,
Agle khat me bhi mai bohot accha hoon likh ke tumhari ek muskan paa loonga,
Bas kaafi hai itna, apne dukh ko mai idhar hi daba doonga.

Share with your mother if you feel the same. 🙂

0 thoughts on “The Undelivered Letter

  1. This really left me in tears. I could really relate with this. I will definately read it to my mother. Very beautifuly written gaurvi. Keep writing.

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