आओगी जब तुम जान जाऊंगा मैं  
                                                                        चटकेंगी  कलियां और फूल खिलेंगे। 

                                                                       हवा होगी जैसे तेरा महका आँचल, 
                                                                       थपक देगी मुझको सितारों की झिलमिल 
                                                                       सुनाएगी लोरी थपकते-थपकते, 
                                                                       ये चाँद हंसेगा और तारे दमकेंगे।  

                                                                      सूरज भी चमकेगा निखर -निखर 
                                                                       पेड़ों पे हरे-हरे  पत्ते निकलेंगे 
                                                                      आओगी जब तुम जान जाऊँगा मैं, 
                                                                       ठुमक-ठुमक  नयें चूज़े चलेंगे !

                                                                      झूमेगा सावन, गरज- गरज  कर 
                                                                      इन्द्रधनुष के रंग बिखरेंगे  
                                                                      गगन होगा नीला जरा और ज्यादा, 
                                                                      धरा पर अबीरी रंग उतरेंगे    

                                                                      आओगी जब तुम जान जाऊंगा मैं झट से, 
                                                                      क्योंकि आँसू नहीं तब मोती बरसेंगे।                                                                                  

Love makes us infinite. Or is it imagination?

My above effort of a poem stands true for every child, but it's for those small ones who wait in orphanages, who are too young to grasp the reality, to understand the futility of their hope and hold this image so close to their heart, cherish it and nurture it daily with newer embellishments. So certain and inventive are they in this 'waiting'. Always sure .. that it's just a matter of time when like movies, their mother will embosom them forever. Till then, no one dares to strike a jarring note in their dream symphony. 

  चटकेंगी  कलियां-   crackling of buds                                                                                 लोरी - lullaby 
थपकना   -      shush patting, to make one sleep                                                            सितारों - stars                                                                    झिलमिल  - twinkling                                                                                                            निखर-निखर = bright, radiant 
  धरा - earth                                                                                                                                 ठुमक-ठुमक = strutting walk 
अबीरी रंग -  fragrant colour (specially red and silver ) or fragrance


  1. Beautiful....There is such optimism is your usage of words. It is unimaginable for us to feel the sadness and loneliness in the life of orphans. You brought it out so poignantly Kokila. The motif of spring in the poem speaks of the promise of a new life.

    1. Thank You Sunaina for your wonderful words!They work miracles :)

  2. Very profound dear! It is very difficult to fathom what would be going on in the mind of an orphan, but after entering the motherhood phase of life, I guess every woman becomes more sensitive and can relate to pain, especially a child's pain. You couldn't have put a more endearing touch to it...xoxo

    1. Thank you so much Leena! Yes, motherhood makes us a Mother to all, non judgemental and empathetic to everyone, the wrong ones too! Though much is left unsaid, as I have just skimmed the surface yet,I am glad these words were able to convey something of that grief.

  3. Very soulful, optimistic, and possible too for an orphan. As I see, hope can alleviate suffering but couldn't eradicate it. To end the suffering permanently, one has to rise above the attachments. Ramakrishna Paramhamsa also got enlightenment when he got rid of his attachment of Mother Goddess Kali.

    1. It's very tough (not impossible) to be detached with the object of our affection, specially, when we 'want' the attachment! At all costs.
      Yes, hope can never eradicate fact, hope thrashed, is more painful, unbearable ... But little hearts have hope as their only lifeline.. नन्हे ह्रदयों के जीवन का अवलंब, सुबह उठने का कारण,सोने जाने की वजह.. to complete that picture in dreams about which they hope in day. Till reality hits them hard. :(
      Thank you Ravish for stopping by and being patient with the reply!:)


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