Originally wrote this one in Hindi so following the original I have translated it in English as well.
Bachpan ki wo baat mujhe yad aati hai...
Wo der se so ke uthna,
Wo maa ka apne hathon se khana khilana;
Wo kagaz ki kashti ko pani me bahana,
Wo baarish me bheeg ke nahana;
Wo keechad me lot kar ganda ho jana,
Wo mitti khod kar chupke se khana;
Wo dadi ka pyar se kahani sunana,
Wo shaitani karke sabko satana;
Wo zara si bat par sabse rooth jana,
Wo tutlati zaban se kavita sunana;
Wo papa ki ungli pakad ke ghumne jana,
Wo apni muskan se sabka dil behlana;
Wo zara si chot par zor zor se chillana,
Wo dant padne par reh reh kar aansu bahana;
Wo daud kar dada ki peeth par chad jana,
Wo maa ke aanchal me sar rakhkar so jana...
Sochta tha kya yahi zindagi kehlati hai..??
Yahan to har subah sham aise hi kat jati hai..!!
Zindagi to badon ki hoti hai,
Jo har pal kuch naya karwati hai!!!
Aaj usi bat par hans deta hun..
Sochta hun mai kitna galat tha..
Ab to bas zindagi haseen kwhab dikhati hai,
Na chahte hue bhi na jane kya kya karwati hai;
Nahi jeeni mujhe aisi zindagi..
Jahan aisho-aaram , daulat sab hai,
Par chain ke do pal nahi;
Saare sapne poore karne ki taakat hai,
Par maa-baap se rubaroo hone ka waqt nahi;
Imarat khadi karne ki haisiyat hai,Magar us imarat ko ghar banane ke jazbaat nahi...
Yahi sab batein mujhe fir kheench le jati hain,
Tabhi to is ghadi bachpan ki har baat mujhe aaj fir yaad aati hai..!!!
Wo der se so ke uthna,
Wo maa ka apne hathon se khana khilana;
Wo kagaz ki kashti ko pani me bahana,
Wo baarish me bheeg ke nahana;
Wo keechad me lot kar ganda ho jana,
Wo mitti khod kar chupke se khana;
Wo dadi ka pyar se kahani sunana,
Wo shaitani karke sabko satana;
Wo zara si bat par sabse rooth jana,
Wo tutlati zaban se kavita sunana;
Wo papa ki ungli pakad ke ghumne jana,
Wo apni muskan se sabka dil behlana;
Wo zara si chot par zor zor se chillana,
Wo dant padne par reh reh kar aansu bahana;
Wo daud kar dada ki peeth par chad jana,
Wo maa ke aanchal me sar rakhkar so jana...
Sochta tha kya yahi zindagi kehlati hai..??
Yahan to har subah sham aise hi kat jati hai..!!
Zindagi to badon ki hoti hai,
Jo har pal kuch naya karwati hai!!!
Aaj usi bat par hans deta hun..
Sochta hun mai kitna galat tha..
Ab to bas zindagi haseen kwhab dikhati hai,
Na chahte hue bhi na jane kya kya karwati hai;
Nahi jeeni mujhe aisi zindagi..
Jahan aisho-aaram , daulat sab hai,
Par chain ke do pal nahi;
Saare sapne poore karne ki taakat hai,
Par maa-baap se rubaroo hone ka waqt nahi;
Imarat khadi karne ki haisiyat hai,Magar us imarat ko ghar banane ke jazbaat nahi...
Yahi sab batein mujhe fir kheench le jati hain,
Tabhi to is ghadi bachpan ki har baat mujhe aaj fir yaad aati hai..!!!
English Translated Version
I miss everything of my childhood times....
How I used to wake up late,
How my mother used to feed me by her hands;
How I used to float paper boats in water,
How I used to get drenched in rain;
How I used to get dirty playing in mud,
How I used to eat soil when no one was around;
How my grandma used to tell me stories,
How I used to tease everyone with my naughtiness;
How I used to get angry on every small things,
How i Used to recite a poem in my stammered language;
How I used to walk holding dad's finger,
How I used to win hearts by my smile;
How I used to cry even for a minor scratch,
How I used to shed tears on being scolded;
How I used to climb grandpa's back,
How I used to sleep keeping my head on mother's lap...
I used to think, is what they call life is..??
Its the same every day and night..!!
Its the elders who live the actual life,
Where there is something new at every instant!!!
Today I laugh on my thought..
I think how wrong I was..
Today life just shows beautiful dreams,
It makes me do things unwillingly;
I don't wanna live such a life
Where there is money and every comfort I can buy,
But I struggle hard to live few moments of peace;
I have the strength to make my dreams come true,
But I don't have time to encounter my parents;
I have the power to raise a building,
But I lack emotions to make that building a home...
All these things drag me back in past,
This is why at this point of time I miss everything of my childhood times...
How I used to wake up late,
How my mother used to feed me by her hands;
How I used to float paper boats in water,
How I used to get drenched in rain;
How I used to get dirty playing in mud,
How I used to eat soil when no one was around;
How my grandma used to tell me stories,
How I used to tease everyone with my naughtiness;
How I used to get angry on every small things,
How i Used to recite a poem in my stammered language;
How I used to walk holding dad's finger,
How I used to win hearts by my smile;
How I used to cry even for a minor scratch,
How I used to shed tears on being scolded;
How I used to climb grandpa's back,
How I used to sleep keeping my head on mother's lap...
I used to think, is what they call life is..??
Its the same every day and night..!!
Its the elders who live the actual life,
Where there is something new at every instant!!!
Today I laugh on my thought..
I think how wrong I was..
Today life just shows beautiful dreams,
It makes me do things unwillingly;
I don't wanna live such a life
Where there is money and every comfort I can buy,
But I struggle hard to live few moments of peace;
I have the strength to make my dreams come true,
But I don't have time to encounter my parents;
I have the power to raise a building,
But I lack emotions to make that building a home...
All these things drag me back in past,
This is why at this point of time I miss everything of my childhood times...
