A Fresh Touch
Nobody can live in past,
History is past, a man can learn,
About his success and courage,
New techniques to develop future.
A family tree and my identity,
Religions, traditions and formalities,
A person can’t spare himself,
Until he is living in a society.
Relations are as branches of a tree,
Friends and relatives are leaves,
And a family is flower and fruit
A reduction for growing appetite.
A tree in present where birds
Come to sing and develops nest,
Air delivers fragrance for charming,
A fresh touch for every living.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005
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