Jab main kisi booDay aadmi ko dekhta hoon
muje apnay bapu ki yaad aa jaati hai
jab vo maut se pyaar karne laga tha
aur hum kheton main katti fasal k
bundle bana rahay thay
Gardner Street k kinaray
jo booDa dHokar kha kar gir gaya tha
mujay aadhi-bund aadhi-khuli ankhoN se dekh raha tha
us ne mujay mere bapu ki yaad dilaaee
main uska baita ho sakta tha
Aur Baywater, London main
jo booDa sangeet kaar
apni sarangi bajaatay laDkhDa gaya tha
us ne bhi mujay pashay maani main daala diya tha
October k patjhaD k mausam main
jab kisi booDay aadmi ko main dekhta hoon
lagta hai vo muje keh raha ho:
"Ek baar main tera bapu tha".
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Memory Of My Father
Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I saw in Gardner Street
Stumbled on the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater, London,
He too set me the riddle.
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me:
"I was once your father."
-Patrick Kavanagh
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