'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down
at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found!
We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet.
shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!”
When from the next room we heard such a noise
Jenny squealed, “Santa Claus must have brought toys!”
We then heard a sound like a whimpering pup
saying, “Help. I’ve fallen and cannot get up.”
Grandpa jumped up and then rushed to the door
that led to the bathroom. There on the floor
lay our poor grandma, eyes widened in fear,
looking like she’d got run over by reindeer!
The dresser had fallen. It had her pinned down.
Grandma was wildly flailing around.
More swiftly than Rudolph, we did all we were able.
We unpinned her. Then Mom yelled, “Back to the table!”
Back to the dining room all we kids came
As our mom started to call us by name.
“Davy, Mel, Jenny, Angie, Marie. . .
Get back here now. I’m counting to three!”
Like animals not having eaten all day,
stuck in a cage without getting their way,
we sat at that table our bellies all growling,
and Davy, the baby, by now was howling.
And then finally what did appear?
Dad with our grandpa and grandma so dear!
Supported by both our grandpa and dad,
Grandma was flushed and looking quite bad.
She was dressed in a housecoat trimmed in white lace
and a big purple bruise had now formed on her face.
Mom pulled out a chair helping Grandma to sit,
and then our dad bellowed, “OK, have at it!”
Our mouths how they watered to see the large ham.
“And that isn’t all,” said Mom, “I made lamb!”
Her small pretty mouth was turned up in a grin,
“The food’s getting cold now. Children, dig in.”
Our dad how he laughed as he poured lots of gravy
onto his potatoes and kidded with Davy.
And Grandma sat smiling despite her great fall
while Grandpa gulped spiked nog, not talking at all.
With eyes that seemed bigger than my own belly,
I dished out big spoonfuls of cranberry jelly.
Mom winked and I knew I had nothing to dread.
Her pleasure was in us all being well fed.
I went straight to work at stuffing my face
when suddenly Mom said, “We didn’t say grace!”
We closed our eyes listening to our dad’s prayer.
I peeked but was met by my mom’s warning stare!
Dad finished the prayer with a hearty Amen.
Then we were all grabbing Mom’s fixings again.
When the food had all vanished and our stomachs hurt,
we heard Dad exclaim, “So what’s for dessert?”
For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest
of Carol Eastman
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
This year we will remember
Happier times in past months of December
This year we will certainly see
A massive void where you used to be
This year we will sit and stare
At that forlorn and empty chair
This year we will sit and reminisce
You are not here for us to hug and kiss
This year we will definitely see
No gift for you under the Christmas tree
This year we will shed a tear
For dad as you are no longer here
This year we will raise a toast
To our dad who we loved the most
This year will be so difficult for us all
It was the year the Lord did my father call
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Dad I know you would understand
We weren’t there at the last to hold your hand
We had already said our last goodbye
You are now with the angels in the sky
Tribute to my lovely dad who passed away peacefully last night at 7.55pm
RIP Dad we will miss you
21st February 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Just one more day
You left without speaking a single word
being angry for years was simply absurd
If things were different and you didn't go
would you still be the man I used to know
My father - dying from an evil severe illness
All was forgiven as you lay in gentle stillness
What would you say if we met today
would it take the heartbreak away
Maybe you would have a chance to explain
why so stubborn you wished to remain
What did I ever do to cause you so much pain?
What did I ever do to cause you so much strain?
I'm sure it was not just about sharing your name
I was your first son - never did I cause it shame
Would you tell me that you are proud
that your son didn't follow the crowd
Maybe we could sit there and talk for a while
tell me about life and what makes you smile
Talk about what made you sad - even about your dad
nobody really understood you and that made you bad
Open to me, so I can finally understand your rage
time to create a new chapter - write a new page
The sands of time never look back into the past
time to let go of those ghosts that seem to last
12 December 2015
Just one more day contest by Laura Loo
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
Once upon a time there was a bear called Ted
He was very down and lounged all day in bed
His mum was concerned as Ted was so sad
He totally changed since he lost his dear dad
At one time Ted was the talk of the town
He was happy and jolly just like a clown
Then his dad got ill and passed away
Ted never left the house from that day
His mum was concerned and called in the doc
He said Ted’s not coping well with the shock
Ted needs to get out of bed and get in the sun
Then he’ll soon regain his sense of fun
The doc also thought it would be a good idea
If Ted’s friends could take him out for a ginger beer
Ted’s mum immediately gave his friends a ring
And straight into action these bears did spring
Ted went for a drink and he started to smile
He hadn’t been outdoors for such a long while
The change of scenery did Ted the world of good
Now he’s back having fun with his pals in the wood
Ted goes out with his good friends every day
His mum is relieved he goes outside to play
He laugh’s and jokes and plays tricks with his mates
And he’s now met a girl bear and they go out on dates
His friends are special and they’ve helped Ted the bear
Ted’s so very lucky to have such good friends who care
Contest – Once Upon a Time
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
To my Dad...
If I could travel to and fro
The winds of change would meekly blow
And Heaven's Gate, that opened wide
Would stay shut tight, Dad at my side
Our campfires, when the firelight danced
You'd find me safe,
wrapped in your glance
Upon this path, which trail to take
Close by my side, clear choice you'd make
And when the future seems forlorn
You'll summon Angels, squash the storm
Missteps, success, I know your here
Your steady hand "jamesy!" your cheer!
On down the road, around the bend
I know your there!
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013
A wise man once had told me
as I sat sadly on his knee
Son, don’t be afraid to hug someone
When you get the opportunity
He said life’s too short for shaking hands
and keeping distance there
Just hug someone because you can
To show them that you care.
“You know”, he whispered as he leaned to me
with his eyes so full of love
“my daddy told me when I was small
that they came from God above”.
So he gave me a great big hug and said
how does it make you feel?
I said with giggling laughter
“like a silly circus seal “
Well God he knew, that we would need
Something to touch our heart
When times got tough and we were sad
and needed a new start
So he created hugs to cheer us up
and make us feel brand new
Because no matter who we are
we need to feel loved too
So my son you can shake a hand
and play the average role
Or you can hug a man with open arms
and you’ll have touched his soul
That wise man who so long ago
held me upon his knee
Was the greatest hugger that ever lived
he was my dear ol’ dad you see.
But now he’s gone and I’m feeling sad
Cause I miss him oh so much
The way he kissed and hugged you tight
He had a special touch
So if I had, a single wish
to make this sadness flee
I’d wish a moment with that wise old man
A “one last hug” for me.
Hug Someone Today!
Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012
I love guns and I have plenty.
When Daddy passed he had near twenty
He kept them locked in the safe I built,
Loaded and ready with no blood spilt.
For him a gun was a precision tool,
Not to be handled by just any fool.
He taught us all how to use a gun.
Took us to hunt and we sure had fun.
The day before my Daddy died,
He called us each to his bed side
And gave us guns from his collection.
He knew we needed no direction.
We keep them cleaned and polished each
Remembering his final speech.
"Care for this and when you die,
Give it to your son - please try -
Make sure he knows its proper use.
Take it now - and don't refuse."
Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2013
You have fought with all your might
Its time to let go of your earthly fight
The angel’s are waiting at heaven’s door
To welcome my father who I adore
Time is running out, it makes me sad
Soon I will lose my lovely dad
I LOVE YOU
9th February 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
Dad never knew his father. That soldier died in a war.
All Dad heard was brief stories of the man that went before.
Grandma had some pictures and some medals on a wall.
But Dad never knew his father which was what mattered most of all
I’ve done some family history, and seen the ship’s manifest.
I’ve heard again the story of the good ship Lafayette--
How Grandma and her children searched the waves for periscopes,
Knowing that one torpedo could blow away all of their hopes.
This could have been in any war. Soldiers die and families flee.
But this was the family story that was handed down to me.
It started in old England, then to an immigration line:
A 3-year-old at Ellis Island, in July 1939.
They fled their burning country, to be called “war refugees”.
With help from an old uncle and a kind community,
Grandma made a new start here in the land of liberty.
They learned that Grandpa was killed in ‘44 in Italy.
I found online the letter, that my Grandma didn’t see,
About how the Sergeant-Major’s infantry company
Was caught out in the open by Wehrmacht artillery.
The letter said he didn’t suffer. Was he really killed instantly?
I never knew my Grandpa, though I was named after him.
Though I served a different flag, I was a soldier like him.
I’ve seen my father’s scrapbook, and Grandpa’s medals on the wall.
But I never knew my Grandpa which was what mattered most of all.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
In mind's eye I reminisce, watching children play
of a spring day sitting here, seeing my children play
blessed to see their smiles, when they hit, slid or fell
A happy day begin playing ball, in this story I will tell
A kiss and hug I get, dad please take us to the fair
Seeing the rides, ooh's, awe's echo from our pair
Eating fried dough, peanuts, "Boy! see the games over there"
We're playing with family and friends, as they make a dare
Can't miss any ride that twists, mixes, spins or flys in the air
There's so much to see, ride and play with, in a day at the fair
Hearing "thanks mom and dad" that night, walking to the car
"Stay awake" they say as we move, you know they can't get far
This day all started with thoughts of fun, smiles and laughs
both asleep, with their dreams, today, mom and dad can laugh
Any poem you posted during this month of* APRIL ~except ~ No! No! Bunny poems, or Easter poems..NOR other contest entries.
entered by Tom Larrow
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2012
I have an Angel guiding and watching over me, every day and every night
When I’m alone and sad, I can feel the Angel hugging me tight.
My tears are been wiped away before they can even fall.
If only heaven had a telephone, I would make an everyday call.
My fears have been diminished for He is always at my side.
When I have no one to talk to, He’s the one that I confide.
This was His promise that He had made to me.
That He will always be here for me no matter what may be.
And till this very day, that promise is kept true,
For my Dad is my Guardian Angel still protecting me like He use to do.
Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013
Just One More Day
Just one more day, now, for you see,
I was scarcely four years when you suddenly left me.
One more day back then, or even one week
Would mean very little since my memory's weak.
I barely remember that morning I saw
Mommy dragging your body down our long hall.
And everyone crying and expecting me to,
But how could I really! I didn't know you!
I was the girl whose daddy had died.
But when I cried tears, with each drop I lied.
Just one more day, with both of us grown.
So I could discover whence my seed was sown.
Just one more day, to dance my first dance
To teach me to drive, to preach of romance.
Please one more day to show you I've tried
To become a grown woman that might give a dad pride.
Mom tried her best, but I long to know you
Just one more day, daddy, please, for us two.
My daughters have had the best father on earth
But I wonder if I did at the time of my birth.
Just one more day, daddy, I can't wait to meet
The man who gave me this smile, these feet.
You've rested in heaven for 50 years now
Share just one day, you can do It somehow.
That this girl's heart still breaks is alarming
But she'll wait just one more day to meet her Prince Charming.
And if one more day takes longer than thought,
We'll still get the time for which I have fought.
Because when my time comes to part from this place,
I look forward to once again seeing your face.
Just one more day in the blink of an eye
My daddy and me, at the Ball in the sky.
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2015
Forever loyal, even when it hurts
An actively engaged player; not a spectator
Teaches with his life; not mere words
Highly regarded, honored, and respected
Earns his strips the old fashion way. Work.
Reasonable, tolerant, and understanding
One who would marry a dear lady with a young child not his own,
Becoming her step father, and treating her no different than his own.
He also takes in his new wife’s mother and makes her a part of one family.
He instills the value of relatives and being connected to them.
One who teaches his kids simple things, like how to tie shoes;
And dutifully reminds them to keep those shoes clean.
He’s one who builds ‘a swing set’ for his kids and their friends.
He teaches his kids how to drive, even stick shifts.
He shows them how to be self sufficient and independent; encouraging them to face people and make sales from his vegetable garden.
He allows them to own a puppy; and helps them bury their dog in the front yard after he is killed by a very mean man.
Sometimes misunderstood, but stays the course perceived right and proper.
He’s one who is unafraid of taking on greater responsibilities.
He’s one who regularly takes his kids with him in his truck;
And he makes all of his kids proud to be his dear children
05252016 cj PS Contest, A Father Is, by Brenda Chiri-Carrol
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016
Yarns and laughter once flowed through my father’s old chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair,
He laughed as he told his stories and reeled us with his charm,
As we wormy wriggled on his words with no fear or alarm.
He smiled with his eyes and blinked as the memories rose,
His tortoise shell glasses were perched wisely upon his nose.
Regal stories of yesteryear when he was in his prime,
For reasons lost or disregarded, now a shadow lost in time.
His smile made us happy as we sat and listened true,
Of friends he met, or grew up with, some we even knew.
Now the chair is silent, though its cushion tries to smile,
I hope to find a shadow there when I check once in a while.
Just memories fill the void where once laughter filled that chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair.
18th July 2013
Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2013
I've heard stories of when I was born
The celebrations that went along
I've seen the love that you taught
You never said it, but you always showed it
The foundation you set in us
The spirit with which you directed us
You never said much
And your presence was always respected
Thank you for believing in me more than anyone else
Am always thankful for your support
Your inspirations still live on
Protecting me all the way through
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
Happy birthday Dad
Ever since you left us all in tears,
our hearts ached in grief for years.
Sweet memories of times together,
brush gently as subtle touch of feather !
Longing to touch you and embrace,
while feeling your presence at every place.
Your smiling face in my eyes I embellish,
but wonder why in a blink you vanish?
That in my each cell you are very much alive,
It was too late to realise and end up strife.
Remember the days of joy, None of them so sad,
Today I am wishing you happy birthday dear Dad!
Written November 23rd, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
A tribute to my dad on his birthday today
Entered for contest by Brian
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014
Rainbows painted all over the walls
Unicorns replacing the horses own stalls
Three cakes each made a mile high
And presents that nearly touch the sky
Princesses, princes, jesters and knights
Acrobats, clowns, and dynamite
Puppies that play fetch all over the lawn
A new four post bed for me to lay on
But the most important of all of these things
Is the entry of Mr. Sir Daddy the King
For he is the one whom all of us love
And is far, far better than the cakes up above
He will be there, no need for the rest
Just having Daddy already makes me feel blessed
Never would I like to invite million friends
Because deep down I only want my Daddy to attend
Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2016
< Coco was his name
Spider monkey all the same
Dad worked for zoo
Feeder of Coco too
Brought the little guy home
Boy did Coco love to rome
Droppings here and there
Mom covered up his dairy - air
Shoulders he did seek
Knocking younger ones off their feet
Bananas and salted nuts
Made Coco dance and strut
Each day a animal of new
Dad brought home from the zoo
But the one I'll remember the most
Was coco who shared my daily toast
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota
Coco And Daddy
Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids LOL
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010
Everyday when his dad came home he was waiting there
This was the special time that his dad always had to share
He taught him to throw and to catch how to swing his bat
Every game he played front row is where his dad was at
Started off with tee ball and even then he was a superstar
Not one of the older kids could hit the ball near as far
Then he moved up to softball and what was clear to see
The boy had a natural gift as natural as a gift could be
When he made it to hardball believe these words are true
Matt was one of the best pitchers the world ever knew
Through school and into Collage there never was any doubt
Their best player step up to the plate, Matt would fan them out
Sometimes in life just when we start thinking everything is great
Whether or not we deserve what happens we meet a divesting fate
Matt was out on a Friday night after pitching a picture perfect game
With the stands full of pro scouts promising him a career and life of fame
His fastball clocked at 98 and his control was pinpoint on the spot
After every game he would hug his dad and tell him “Dad thanks a lot”
A drunk driver ran a red light and ended Matt’s career that night
Being left a Paraplegic as it turns out would be Matt’s final plight
A lesser man would have been angry he would wallow in his hate
But that path was not for Matt he just stepped right up to the plate
Became one of the worlds greatest sit down skiers, the first to do a flip
Matt didn’t just come back swinging he was swinging from the hips
You see Matt’s dad didn’t just play with him he taught him the game
He taught him how to fully believe in himself, the W by his name
What Matt learned from Baseball he taught to you know who
Long as you believe in and assert yourself, nothing you can’t do
Written in honor of Matt Oberholtz
who I was fortunate enough to meet
because my friend Nick Jenkins was
his roommate. Want to talk about a
cool guy ice cycles shot out the back
of his water ski. Oddly enough I wrote
Matt's poem for Matt's contest.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge
An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat
The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine
Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret
Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013
By holding his finger i with my little hands learned to walk,
And by repeating after him some heavy words I learned to talk.
Falling several times during walking I with the support of my father tried again and again,
I also remember the moment when he gave me shed during the heavy rain.
When I achieve something great inside him celebrations he makes,
But does and should scold me when I do bad mistakes.
From him I have taken true inspiration,
And being someone like him is not only my dream but also my despiration.
Through him I always find the right way,
" Try to convert your dreams into reality " is the line he always say.
He was the one who held my hand and taught me to write,
So that ahead of me my future is bright,
And he cares for me whether it is day or night.
He always stand alongside me whether I win or lose,
Through him I learned how to the right path choose.
He is the one who stays hungry when I don't eat,
And in the cold he becomes my warmth and gives me heat.
I give my father a tribute from the bottom of my heart,
And I hope that our bonding of love never goes apart.
Copyright © Rachit Bansal | Year Posted 2014
Before I start on my very funny life,
I'll hand over what seems like a very tiny knife.
Here's a little clue,
To guess my age too,
I'm younger than you think,
At the bottom of the age sink,
Family is the starting point,
But I'm the sticking out joint.
Dad, we seldom see,
But he's more like me.
His ambition used to be,
Writing a book while drinking tea,
Mom is more like the master,
Of the household disaster.
She claims that she could have been,
An army captain and a engineer of tin.
We should have been the perfect triangle,
But instead us three made a perfect tangle.
Sis and Little Sis, they matched up,
For they could draw a perfect pup.
Me over here,I just shot out,
I couldn't even draw a single perfect clout.
Instead of entering the artistic home,
I entered Dad's dusty, old tome.
That's right, I was born a bookworm.
That's how it came out during that term.
Now let me introduce them and me.
We weren't that fond of tea.
Sis is the negative of the bunch.
She was famous for her hard punch.
Thinking deep thoughts,
Drawing something other than clots,
Confined mostly in her arcane space,
Not joining the fun race.
Little sis is the perfect mix,
Leaving definitely nothing to fix.
Though younger than me,
She draws everything there is to see.
Me, there's nothing I would tell,
You'll have to guess, looking at this deep, dark well.
Copyright © Sarah P. | Year Posted 2015
You are my Days my glowing bright Daze
You are my Night my shining armored Knight
You are my Son my daily rising Sun
You are my Peace you are the final Piece
Every Day is Father’s Day
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
A long time ago we had a pet, his name was Little Bimbo
He came to us all bald and crying, his mother he didn’t know.
Our dad had bought him from some kids, who were trying to kill him to eat.
They had killed his mother before, and now they wanted this baby for meat.
Our dad was a strong sailor and it was before the quarantine laws.
He threw the children money, and grabbed the baby’s paws.
Bimbo came to live with us, he lived inside a fireside oven.
You may think we would eat him, but no. it was the warmth that it did govern.
Bimbo grew and played with us like a little brother or sister.
He would hide inside our jumper, if he didn’t like a strange mister.
One day poor Bimbo trapped his tail, it was really quite a shock.
Especially when the vet said, "The rest of it was also for the chop."
Poor Bimbo was now accident prone, his balance he had lost.
He fell into a thorn bush one day and now his sight was lost.
The vet was upset, but not as much as we were on that day.
Our little pet monkey Bimbo was taken far away.
Our mum tried to pretend he was being looked after. and that he was well
We knew the truth when the vet came round, and returned Bimbo’s little Bell.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011
You leave no self that I can see,
Though sounds of you are still around me.
The sound of a car on a gravel drive,
Moments watching rugby live.
A pint of beer being slowly poured,
The radio announcing the cricket scores.
My brother’s tone when he speaks a word
Not your voice, but your voice heard.
Your terrible music which I now love too,
Just because it reminds me of you.
Though the loveliest sound, I won’t hear again:
Joy in Mum’s voice when you called her name.
She’s wrapped in our family for you from hereafter
Hearing my children carry your laughter.
As a child you thought I was deaf to your will,
But I was listening Dad, and I’m listening still.
Copyright © Sarah Heath | Year Posted 2016
Never got a chance to say a proper goodbye
Too late now to waste time regretting or muffle a cry
When last we spoke I never saw you again
Just wanted you to know it hadn’t all turned out in vain
Many of the main things in your life became the main things in mine
Kept on pushing with all my strength to the end of the line
Never stood by when someone was kicked around
Always felt one with the poor, the gagged and bound,
Never let the rich guys get a free ride if I could help it
Stopped them and made them feel the pinch if time would permit
Was outraged at bureaucratic bull and complained out loud
I’m not certain but I think you might have been proud
Built up some handy ways for work, destroyed a few useless ways
Helped a few people to live easier, peaceful days
Always used what brains I had, and avoided wasting even a moment
Tried to find useful ways as to how my time was spent
Happiness? Some, sure, but not always, except towards the end.
Regrets? Yes, my damaging mistakes cannot be made to mend.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
my father was never there
he has no love to share
my mother was so strong
teaching me right from wrong
sometimes I sit and cry
asking myself why
he just up and left forever
we didn’t spend a minute together
I still love him to the end
I even wrote a note to send
I hope he read it and learn
that my love is only earned
he will always be my father
even though he didn’t bother
Copyright © Michelle Pryor | Year Posted 2006
Bhulo sabhi ko magar maa-baap ko bhulna nhi.
upkaar anganit hai unke, iss baat ko bhulna nhi.
pathar puje kai,tumhare janm ki khatir
pathar bn maa-baap ka dil kuchalna nhi.
mukh ka niwala de, jinhone tumhe bra kiya
amrit pilaya tumko, jahar unke liye ugalna nhi.
kitne lraye laar, sb arman v pure kiye
pure kro arman unke baat yeh bhulna nhi.
santan se seva chaho, santan bn seva kro
jaisi karni waisi bharni, nyay yeh bhulna nhi.
so kr swang gile me, sulaya tumhe sukhi jagah
maa ki amimay aankho ko, bhulkr v kbhi bhingona nhi.
jisne bichhaye phool the hardam tumhari raho me
uss rahwar ki rah k, kantak kbhi bnna nhi.
dhan to mil jayega magar, maa-baap kya mil payenge?
pal-pal pawan unn charan ki, chah kbhi bhulna nhi..
Copyright © Shikha Mishra Jnv | Year Posted 2015