Made in India
His peace place
No, it was not pleasure place
But I faced
Many times
When in occasional times
Father was really kind
Sympathetic and not blind
To the need of members
He never got angered for our demand
I felt vacuum, when god took his soul
It was tragic call
We all wept for his departure
He was to be buried under earth
For few days I went there regularly
Prayed for his peace and wept constantly
As the days passed on
Not a single day had gone as absent
I well remembered his words
He used to put his hand even while working
He will say” never have ill gotten wealth”
I remembered his words when grown after his death
The flowers have also grown
With fragrance and smell known
I pray for his rest some more years
As his words beat my ears
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वो जो हँसते हुए दिखते है न लोग
अक्सर वो कुछ तन्हा से होते है
पराये अहसासों को लफ़्ज देतें है
खुद के दर्द पर खामोश रहते है
जो पोछतें दूसरे के आँसू अक्सर
खुद अँधेरे में तकिये को भिगोते है
वो जो हँसते हुए दिखते है लोग
अक्सर वो कुछ तन्हा से होते है
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