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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The flowers have also grown With fragrance and smell known I pray for his rest some more years As his words beat my ears