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तेरे बचपन को जवानी की दुआ देती हूँ

Tere Bachpan Ko Jawani Ki Dua Deti Hoon

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4 verses · ~2 min

तेरे बचपन को जवानी की दुआ देती हूँ और दुआ देके परेशान सी हो जाती हूँ

मेरे मुन्ने मेरे गुलज़ार के नन्हे पौधे तुझको हालत की आँधी से बचाने के लिये आज मैं प्यार के आँचल में छुपा लेती हूँ कल ये कमज़ोर सहारा भी न हासिल होगा कल तुझे काँटों भरी राहों पे चलना होगा ज़िंदगानी की कड़ी धूप में जलना होगा तेरे बचपन को जवानी ...

तेरे माथे पे शराफ़त की कोई मोहर नहीं चंद होते हैं मुहब्बत के सुकून ही क्या हैं जैसे माओं की मुहब्बत का कोई मोल नहीं मेरे मासूम फ़रिश्ते तू अभी क्या जाने तुझको किस-किसकी गुनाहों की सज़ा मिलनी है दीन और धर्म के मारे हुए इंसानों की जो नज़र मिलनी है तुझको वो खफ़ा मिलनी है तेरे बचपन को जवानी ...

बेड़ियाँ लेके लपकता हुआ कानून का हाथ तेरे माँ-बाप से जब तुझको मिली ये सौगात कौन लाएगा तेरे वास्ते खुशियों की बारात मेरे बच्चे तेरे अंजाम से जी डरता है तेरी दुश्मन ही न साबित हो जवानी तेरी काँप जाती है जिसे सोचके ममता मेरी उसी अंजाम को पहुंचे न कहानी तेरी तेरे बचपन को जवानी ...

इति

Rasa: Karuna
Stanzas: 4
Lines: 25
Reading time: ~2 min
Form: Free verse
Metre: free verse
Rhyme: irregular

The poem evokes a poignant and heavy mood of karuna (compassion and sorrow), steeped in an atmosphere of anxious maternal dread and tender protectiveness. Visually, a painting of this scene would depict a mother closely enveloping her innocent, sleeping child within the folds of her sari, her face etched with a haunting premonition while the harsh, barren landscape of the outside world looms through a window. The imagery contrasts the fragile, blossoming youth of the child—likened to a tender garden sapling—with the harsh realities of thorns, scorching sun, and the oppressive grasp of societal laws and religious division. This evokes a tragic narrative of an inevitable future where the pure child must inherit the unacknowledged sins of a fractured world, fearing that his very own youth might turn into his executioner. Ultimately, the artistic tone is one of deeply mournful, protective devotion, where love is paradoxically intertwined with the agonizing terror of what the future holds.

तेरे बचपन को जवानी की दुआ देती हूँ (Tere Bachpan Ko Jawani Ki Dua Deti Hoon), by Sahir Ludhianvi runs to 25 lines across 4 stanzas, set as Longer, free-flowing stanzas with a deeply emotional tone. Its governing rasa is Karuna, shaded by Shanta. The metre is free verse. Rhyme falls as irregular.

It belongs to the 1921 · 1980 span of Sahir Ludhianvi's working life, and keeps the plain, spoken register that period is known for.

Read it for संतान के भविष्य को लेकर माँ की चिंता and सामाजिक विसंगतियों और अन्याय का भय. 4 words in it carry older or regional senses, so the poem rewards a second pass.

The verse is hung beside Mother and Child: Bathed in a warm, intimate glow, this portrait radiates a mood of tender domestic serenity and profound maternal devotion. A young Nair woman, draped in the luminous purity of a traditional white Kerala garment accented…

Words worth pausing on

गुलज़ार: बगीचा
ताबीर: सपनों का अर्थ या फल
गुनाहों: पापों या अपराधों
अंजाम: परिणाम या अंत

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The Poet

साहिर लुधियानवी

Sahir Ludhianvi

1921 · 1980

Sahir Ludhianvi possessed a voice that refused to separate the agony of romance from the brutal inequalities of the world. Born Abdul Hayee in 1921 in Punjab, he adopted the pen name Sahir, meaning magician, and proved it entirely accurate through a lifelong mastery of Urdu poetry. As a prominent figure in the Progressive Writers Movement, he rejected the traditional obsession with the idealized beloved. Instead, he forced his readers to look at the poverty, the exploitation, and the hypocrisies of society that destroy love before it can even bloom. When he entered the Hindi film industry, he fundamentally changed the stature of the lyricist. Directors and composers adapted their music to his words, rather than the other way around. Through films like Pyaasa and Kabhi Kabhie, he brought profound literary dignity and fierce anti establishment critique to mainstream cinema. He passed away in 1980, but his poetry remains a burning torch. Sahir remains the ultimate poet of the disenchanted, a man who wrote beautiful verses to express an absolute refusal to accept an ugly world.