PJKIKALAM

Dekha hai usko dhote hue patthar, aur dhote baalu mitti bhi Wo kumhalaai hui jawani aur pasine me, dabi wo kaya gori chitti si. Yovan ki laharati shaakho ko, tod rahi hai aandhi naseeb ki Har mosam me tadap bhari hai, har bahaar hai bas raqeeb si. Jab taraasha hua jism ughad jata hai bojh uthaate Kai vahashiyat bhari nigaaho ke us par hain baadal chaate. uske husn ke gulshan ka Koi phool todna chaahta hai koi uski majburi se uska badan marodna chahta hai. dari dari aur saahami sakuchaai bachti hui kaam se,karti hai kaam dhal jate isi luka chipi me uske din aur uski shaam. jab thakan use todte hue jism ka por por dukhati hai sabki tarah uski bhi yovan ki tadap badh jati hai. lekin na koi thaamne wala jo thaamle use hamesha ke liye na ki chand palo me bas sharir ki bujhane pipaasa ke liye. bas us kshan ke intezaar me guzaarti hai wo yu hi jiwan apna ki patthar aur mitti se pare kabhi to sach hoga uska sapna.

Sharmsaar hai maanavta maanav ke hi desho me janm le rahe hain bhediye insaano ke bheso me... Jis kokh se janme usi zaat ko bedardi se tabaah kar rahe sahej ke rakhti izzat us izzat ka sar e raah daah kar rahe... nahi h koi rokne wala baad awaz uthe to kya.. chand dino tak khamoshi fir hota h ek gunaah naya jawab jaanwar ko gar mile unhi ki bhasha main tabhi darenge samajik janwar khud ke jiwan ki asha main... Dhara hai tab tak jab tak yaha stri ka wajud rahega.. warna chand palo me hi kaynat ka har ek khamb dhaega.... pyaas to shwaan bhi hain bujhate,par maanav to shwaan nahi hota... vivek vinay maanav ki pehchaan isiliye janwar insaan nahi hota ... kuch to lihaaz karo sanskriti ka is dharti maa ka dhyaan karo maa kahte ho jisko uski gaud ka thoda maan karo…. Maa bahan betiya to hain tumhari bhi gar ye koi unke sath kare… Utaarde aabru kahi bhi uski uski asmat pe aaghaat kare… Tab tum kya sochoge vahashiyo ya tum bhi sath unhi ka doge

  Kese utaru karz tera kese nibhaau farz mera Hey matrabhumi ye sab krne ko jiwan mera chota hai Tune diya mujhko anaaj pani aur vastro ka vardaan Mujh  tuchh ko apnane wali vasundhara ho tum mahaan Iska ehsaan chukane ko, tumko kuch de pane ko Hey matrabhumi ye sab karne ko jiwan mera chota hai Paanv ko rakhke tujhpe hamesha chalta hu main maa Fir bhi mujhe khud me tu milati jab chita pe jalta hu me maa Tujh jesa ban pane ko, kuch tujh jesa kar jane ko Hey matrabhumi ye sab karne ko jiwan mera chota hai Fir bhi koshish karunga har janm me tere liye hi lu Tune sabkuch diya mujhe kuch me bhi arpan tujhe kar saku Qki ek janam me kuch kar jaau, tera anchal me bhar jaau Hey matrabhumi ye sab krne ko jiwan mera chota hai                                             

Today I want to share a story which my dear grand pa my DADAJI narrated me. Once upon a time there were  two friends named pawan & vinay. Once they were passing through a forest on the way to their home, returning from city . They saw a saint doing meditation under a tree. They went to him, bow down & touched his feet. Saint opened his eyes & blessed both of them. Pawan asked him “O saint! We want to know about our future. Please tell us what would be our life in coming time.” Saint said to him “You will die in two months. Your friend would become the king.” He got too much disappointed & broken in despair he returned to his home. His friend was too happy to listen that he would be the king in two months. Right from next dawn Pawan started to spend his whole time in temple by doing meditation, helping priest in the worship of god. On the other hand Vinay became drunkard, he started to spend his day & night in brothel. Their routine continued till that