My Father's Memory
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NICE memory of a father's life
I had the opportunity of living with him
only for first fifteen years
then ere he died
add on another last two years
Yes I did love him
a poor fellow was he
trusted every fool
thinking every one is like a
''GULAB KA PHOOL''
but aROSE
himself was he
So one day when he arose
the sun had not risen yet
in the darkest corner of his home
for eternal peace did he rest
to rise must have tried his best
but
to God he had to leave the rest
was earnestly thirsty of meeting him
one day
he must have thought
today
was the best day
it was 5th of May
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