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I don’t need to mention the condition of Mumbai local, I think it is self-explanatory. Today while travelling I observed a woman who was also struggling in that crowd but the thing which really touched my heart is that she was much concerned about her infant than to think about the crowd, she boldly feed her child in that crowd and indirectly gave me inspiration, So totally I am dedicating this poem to that anonymous woman who was sitting on the floor and tried to hide herself in that crowd. It appears as if that crowd is working as a veil to her.

भीड़ बन गई आँचल उस माँ की,
जिसने उस चलती ट्रैन में भी,
उस ट्रैन के रुकने की राह नही ताकि।
कुछ महसूस ही करा,
वरना ये बात भी हमनें यू ही नही हॉकी।
बैठ गई उस भीड़ में भी, अपने बच्चे को दूध पिलाने।
ना देखा दूसरो की तरफ,
बस चल दी जैसे अपने नवजात शिशु को उसका हक़ दिलाने।
ना था कोई शर्म का पर्दा,
ना था उस माँ को किसी का डर,
इस भीड़ में भी उस माँ का दिल जैसे बस यही कह रहा हो,
तू बस अपने बच्चे की परवाह कर।

Prerna Mehrotra


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