Mummy Aaj Chutti Hai Poem by Seema Jayaraman
Mummy Aaj Chutti Hai
Mummy aaj chutti hai, bolo haan aaj chutti hai
Abhi tho Shanivaar aur Ravivaar, kewal do hi din
Ghar par aap sangh manaye hain
Aaj Somvaar, sapthah ka phela din, chutti ke de do na thum
khel khel thak, mein chaar saal ka, thodi sustha loonga
Beta, abhi tho do din ghar pe hi manayen hai
Aaj Somvaar ka Phela din, chutti na mana sakenge hum
Mummy aaj kya chutti hai, bus ek din ki bolo thum
Deko Suraj ki savere laali, Mangalvaar ka yeh din shubh
Pooja paat, katha aur lori, jabh tere sangh sikhoonga
School chodo, ghar pe sari padayai, phir kyon yeh atyachaar
Bus aaj ek din, tere godh mein, sarr mera sehlana tum
Beta, bus aaj ke din school ko jaana thum
School ka phone na lagta, chutti na dela payenge hum
Mummy chutti hai bhai Chutti hai, Bol Bol
Aap ke kanhon ko masali, Budhwaar adbudh bada
Hariyali aur Bhagiyani mein, bhaya sangh keloonga
Aaj teacher se bolo, nanha mera na aayega
Thodi cartoon, thodi coloring, sofa par thodi si japki
Bus beta, aaj phir kitabon ko dene ka din
Teacher ko apni kal wali homework aur nayi copy le lena
Mummy, bolo aur kitne din Chutti ko nakarogi
Bus mein na jaaonga, aaj hai Guruvaar ko chutti, thum bolo haar
Naani ki godhi mein hota, mein chota sa umar chaar
Hote sookhen aur jukhein kandhe, phir wohi paat kyon baar baar
School mausi mera na sunthi, aur baakhi doston ke julum hazaar
Beta, Mummy teri aaj badi sochein hain
Kewal ek din aaj jana, phir kal sochoongi ek naya bahana
Mummy, saptha ka aakri din, mera bachpan na chinoo thum
bhari aawaz, ghele ghaal, ganga jalkhathi iss Shukravaar ko
Pathar dil, thum kyon na pehchaanti, van uncle ko phone lagaaoo
Bolo naajukh munnha mera kamjor pada, aaj na aayega,
Aur jhi bhar mein gale laaga kar, mamta barsaaongi
Vaise bhi weekend ke
do din phir se hain aaye
Mein bus chahoon,
aankh micholi naani ke aanchal saar
Voh khil khilana,
aur besudh bateen keval bhayaa samajega
Har pal Diwali aur holi,
Mummy ka bharpoor pyaar dulaar
Papa ke kandhoon par kite flying
aur naana sangh shyaam ko park
Somvaar ka ek din,
teacher se hateli par theen stars lene jaoonga
Bhaki ke pure chaar din ghar phar hi manaunga mein
©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (Hindi Poem 10th Sept 2015)
I am enchanted by the natural description in a typical Mumbai Bhsha. It's innocence, it's charms and it's effectiveness is amazing......................10
Little one's talent a pride and happiness that gives to the mother. The poet shared this to the members of poet's community and thanks for the same.
So wonderful holidays description well painted to get unlimited love from mother. Really very wise and interesting sharing...10
Thank you so much, mamta ka depth tho kabhi na dikha payenge, aur ek working mom ke ulzhan kabhi na samjha payenge..par mere nanhe ne mujhe etne naye rang en chaar saloon mein hain dikhaye.
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5/4/2024 4:24:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
yes! Yes! God Bless the child that so often reminds us to reminisce, and ponder on how beautiful and awe inspiring life really is: -) and how we should aspire to keep our hearts our minds our intentions our will as pure and graceful and good as such as theirs