Life is very challenging.Sometimes it is what we make,sometimes it is what god decides.I was born in a joint family,My chilhood memories are numerous and i recieve love and care from many of my blood relations from birth which of course is a god gift, as today in nuclear families children hardly find relatives..and thus hardly find love affection.Even their parents can not devote time and shower all their love as they are busy in money making.
Today I dedicate this post to my Chachiji with whom i have a lot of wonderful child hood memories.She loved me a lot and i too have love and respect for her from the bottom of my heart.
During the last days of her life I wanted to meet her once to share my feelings,I was in mumbai at that time working in private Power sector.I was not getting leave at that time and people were very discouraging regarding to grant me leave ..I was new in job so do not know how to ask professionally.I was given leave but with many constraints,with many bitterness ,with many harsh ,heartbreaking words as if instead of leave i was asking to give me their property.
In summary the day i was about to leave to meet my chachiji, on that morning only she left this world.
I learnt that if you want to meet a person ,if you want to say something to a person,if you want to share something with a person,then do it immediately.Because sometimes theremay may not be tomorrow for someone in this world.This is universal truth but hardly anyone remembers..It happens with me.
With extreme suffering and pain i wrote a poem for her ....Here it is ...
I miss you chachiji and forgive me as i could not meet you....
Na maine der ki hoti,
Na veh fhans hriday me chubhti.
Bahut praytn kiya,
Ek baar milunga,
Gale se lag kar,dil ki har baat kahunga,
Yahi sochte chan lupt ho gaye,
Jaise kinare ki mitti ko nadi baha leti.
Na maine der ki hoti,
Na veh fhans hriday me chubhti
Jab unka samay tha ret ki bhanti,
Phisalta jaye , na thamta jaye,
Mai sochta raha,milunga unse,
Bachpan ka pyaar phir lunga unse.
Kaash maine hi apni naav tez ki hoti.
Na maine der ki hoti,
Na veh fhans hriday me chubhti.
Aaj veh din aa gaya,
Subah thande kohre main,
Chalna tha milon ka safar tay karma tha,
Par bhagya saath na diya
Mere milne se pehle ,ishwar aapko mil gaya.
Milne ki aas sirf aas reh gayi,
Dil ki baat dil me hi reh gayi.
Na maine der ki hoti,
Na veh fhans hriday me chubhti
Pranav Pathak
