This is my father
He broke stones lifelong
For educating me
In summer vacations
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Oh, your voice is nectar
I love to hear that most
You are my nightingale…
To all with proud, I boast
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O my songs!
Don't look away
Seeing me burn
In the fire of life
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Here, take this scripture
And hold it for me for some time
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Memories of the old village
Resemble those of the dear departed
Returning from on the border of them
All seem much barren and bore
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No one can predict exactly
How death takes on someone
It can come in any form it likes
And ends up life all of a sudden
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We try to find out
miscreants of bomb blast
in Pakistan and the leaders
who have blasted our constitution
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When Poetry is with me
I am the ablest soul on earth
like Hercules or Suryasut Karna
when poetry is not with me
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Other day, I forgot to cap my pen Jotter
as I was carried away by a lovely matter.
Drop by drop, the ink sneakily oozed down
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