My Son And His Grandfather

A Abdul Wahab Abdul Wahab
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No one is there To tell them not to go and remain outside most of the time There is nothing there to help them No means you will get to develop The talk they are involve in And the company they keep are totally meaningless They should mind to build a house And keep the house clean A clean house is a joy for your eyes A feeling of freshness for your mood Stay most of the time at home And help others to maintain silence and peace A peaceful home is a place like paradise to live in Go and at any cost achieve it To release the pent up feelings A window or two are enough Keep that open And to nourish your psyche books are the best As a teacher, guide and friend Get them as much as you wish All the achievements of the world are achieved through books If you go through them patiently You will get the ways of anything you wish to get And the driving force of life you look around Nowhere will you find it outside It is always there in you See inward and search inside But no one is there to tell them One is my son And other is his grand father.

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