You can read it here. But I can’t help posting a few lines here:
Main bachpan ko bula rahi thi bol uthi bitiya meri,
Nandan van si phool uthi yeh chhoti si kutiya meri.
“Ma o” keh kar bula rahi thi mitti kha kar aayi thi,
Kuchh muhn mein kuchh liye haath mein mujhe khilane layi thi.
Pulak rahe the ang drago mein kautahul tha chhalak raha,
Muhn par thi aahlad-lalima vijay gaurav tha chhalak raha.
Maine puchha “Yeh kya layi?” bol uthi voh “Ma kao”,
Hua praffulit hriday khushi se maine kahan – “tum hi khao”.
The impact is made when the poetess’ daughter offers some of the mud to her mother, to which the mother fills up with joy and though refusing the offer – she doesn’t stop the kid from having it too. The ease with which the poetess sees her child’s joy and love is remarkable. The unassuming turn down of the offer and the affectionate encouragement are a pure joy to read while you feel those emotions.
Another exemplary creation was “Adhikar” by Mahadevi Varma (read it here). Here are a few lines from the same:
Aisa tera lok vedna
nahi, nahi jisme avsad,
Jalna jana nahi, nahi
jisne jana mitne ka swad
Kya amron ka lok milega,
Teri karuna ka upahar,
Rehne do he dev Arey!
Yeh mere mitne ka adhikaar.
I am simply amazed by the highest level of thinking this lady had attained, and extremely distinct thought processes that set you thinking in a vertical direction. Though you might not be so much into afterlife, but the perpendicular point of view presented here is extremely dramatic.