Buss Ghar Chale Aao: A mother’s lens on COVID19 Reverse Migration in India

Ek shaam abhi kaam per hi the,
Ke achaanak TV se maloom huwa,
Adhi raat12 baje Corona ke chalte,
Poora desh lockdown ho jayega
Pher sab kuch such mein ruk bhi gaya.
Kya factories ki anthek masheenein,
Kya dukanon ke khuley shutter
Kya chalti rail aur buson ke engine
Kya malik ki vinamr sahanubhooti
Sabhi kuch per hii taala per gaya.
Buss khuley the tou peit ki bhook,
Gaaon se aati ma ke phone ki ghanti,
Aur us phone se nikalti Ma ki pukaar,
“Beta jaldi ghar aa ja, jaise bhi ho ghar aa ja.
Kab tak bhooka rahega,
kab tak footpath per soyega,
Wahan kaun hai tera?
Shehr ki pakke makaan
aur pakki sarak ki tarah,
Wahan log bhi pather ke hain.
Yahan gaon ki pagdandi ki urti mitti,
kuwein ka ghattaa thanda paani,
Ghar ka purana bikherta chapper,
Choolhey per pakti bajre ki khichri,
Sab ke sab jaise bhi hain,apne hain.
Aur pher mayn bhi tou huun yahan.
“Wahan Corona huwa tou kya hoga?
Bhagwan na kare,
hospital mein lawaris number ban ker<
barafkhane mein jama diye jaaogey.
Na koi royega na chhaati peetega.
“Nahin nahin,
jaise bhi ho gaaon chale aao.
Yaad nahin,
kitne sookhe, kitni baarhein,
Kitne bukhar, kitna jullab,
Jhel chukey hain mil jul ker.
Corona ko bhi dekh lengey.
Aur marna hi likha hai ager,
Yahan, apni mitti tou milegi.”
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