GANPATI BAPPA MORIYA...

Jis maanv ko srishti ne mitti se racha..

Aaj wohi hai rachta

Mitti se mere kai avtaar..

Dekhne mein mitti ka hoon

Rangon ki masti se sajj sanwar ke

Kharidaar ki aastha se

Pujniya ke kabil ban jata hoon..

Hai kitna masoom sa yeh maanv ke

Chhoti chhoti ashaon se

Khawaaishon ke mahal bana baitha hai...

Dekhta hai itne khuwaab ke

Mujhe gali aur nukad pe saja ke rakha hai..

Mol mera koi kya jane

Jab tak kharidar na aaye livane..

Itni shraddha aur aastha se

Karte hain meri aao bhagat ke

Mera dil bi dekh ke

Moom ki tarah pigal jata hai..

Ladoo padhe aur modhak ke saath mein

Milta hai suwadisht bhojan ka bhog..

Insaan ne aake dharti pe mujhe

Kitne roop mein baant diya..

Na jane kitne naam se

Meri puja karta rehta hai..

Hai aastha iske dil ki toh

Khuwashein hain iske mann ki aur

Khwab bunta hai bandh

Aankhon se nujhe manane ke..

Issi umeed se mujhe har saal bhulate hain

Ganpati bappa muriya purcha varshi laukar ya...