Ladke

hamare Paida hote hi hmse ummeed jud jati h, 

hamari shauq ki zndgi usi wqt ud jati h, 

Chot lagne per rone se mana kiya jata h, 

ladke rote ni bolkr chup kra dya jata h, 

bade laad o pyar se hme pala b jata h, 

shararat pe tabiyat se hme mara  b jata h, 

hamare aansu usi wqt hamari aankho me qaid kr diye jate hn, 

“ladke rote thodi na h" ye bol kr hamare zakhm siye jate hn, 

kitabo k bojh ko ummeedo k sath daal diya jata h, 

mai kitna qabil hu phr ye mera report card batata h, 

Hamari nakami pe hansne k lye zamana aa jata h, 

ye to kbi ache marks laa hi ni skta,  hmesha y kha jata h, 

hm kitne khoobsurat hn ye hamare face se judge kiya jata h, 

"ye kisi kaam ka ni h" ye bol kr parents k dmg ko nudge kiya jata h, 

Maa-Baap or bhno ki zimmedari hamare kandho pe hoti h, 

nakaam hone pe koi ni khta k teri qismat khoti h, 

kuch smjhdaar hone pr society k taane sunte hn, 

apne khwab ke baaane 2 bje raat me bunte hn, 

ache kapde or gadi ka shauq abi kinare rkhte hn, 

apna mann maar kr family ko aage rkhte hn, 

acha job achi salary ki koshish me dhakke khate rhte hn, 

Mai first class hu,  too kaisa h poochne p batate rhte hn, 

ladakpan tk aate ate zimmedariyo me dab jate hn, 

jb uthne ki halat b ni rhti, dawa lene tab jate hn, 

dost bas kuch hi banate hn, 

dosti nibhane me jai-veeru ban jate hn, 

hamari psnd ko shayd hi hmse poocha jata ho, 

ise jo psnd ise wo dete hn, shayad hi kbi ye socha jata ho, 

ghr,  dost or kaam ko manage krne ka hunar hmme hota h, 

bachpan me jo seekha tha,  na rone ka hunar, hmme hota h, 

failure,  rejected,  jobless, ye sab words ka tag hmpe lga diya jate h, 

mehnat,  sacrifice or preshaniyo ko bs younhi bhula diya jata h, 

kisi se ishq krke apni dunya basane ki soch hi rhe hote hn, 

k "You deserve someone better “ k uske text padh rhe hote hn, 

yahan b nakami ko youn hi jhlete hn, 

sochte hn k log dusro ki zndgi se q khelte hn,

successful life ko qismat wala kh kr taal diya jata h, 

failed hone pr nakara ka bojh daal diya jata h, 

shadi k bad Maa or Biwi ke beech piste hn, 

family ko manage krna h ye soch kr ghiste hn,

abi b apni marzi k life jee ni skte, 

ghr walo k bina aese kbi kha pee ni skte, 

kamyabi nakami dono sath lkr chlte hn, 

rote to ni pr andr hi andr jlte hn, 

tm pththar dil ho ye beej hmare zhno me boya jata h, 

hmesha sb yhi khte hn, are zra si bt pe khi roya jata h? 

aakhir hm khud hi apne jazbaato ko khud me dafan kr lete hn, 

maut aane se bht phle hi apne kapdo ko kafan kr lete hn, 

bas kuch km zyada hokr hamari zndgi poori ho jati h, 

maut aa jati h or khwahishe adhoori ho jati hn, 

ye ni k bas hamre seene me pththar ka sil hota h, 

hme b koi smjhe, hm ldko ke pas b dil hota h. 💔