Thirty years have passed in silence
Amidst turbulent time after the death
of my father dear to me and to all
He left us in childhood all us alone
What he left us was his blessing in disguise
Outside it was hard and challenging time but
In truth it was a challenge to spirit of us
All to stand on our own legs with religion in mind
Now thirty years have passed with him
He is still very much with us with blessings
To his children to live happy and free
Now he lives with us to see us happy
When, he left, he left nothing but courage
In dubitable mind free from very pelf
Poverty we faced with bolder face even
Life we led in courage and crusade
Now things he has settled with blessings great
Now he wants no to live like him for others
His life was great for he had his greatness
What you do he says in waiting to see
Prayers to father dear Dada we called you
Dada you were for people who came to you
Sent you now without tea, food and bread
Gave thy own apparel so that they be happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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