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The wish of every father, every mother


The Sun yet to shine bright .                                                                                                                                    The women yet to tie their plait.                                                                                                                          Why hurry for breakfast

Where you for a week, on fast?

Is it fair, not to share

Even with the lady dear

Seated so near?

Little Sidhu cried for milk,

For me, dad’s blessing clicked!

He didn’t say, ‘you’ll become rich

He didn’t say, ‘you’ll build a castle

He said, ‘you won’t suffer

For want of food,

For want of clothes’

And I haven’t so far

And I haven’t so far!

I see before my eyes

Young and able guys

Unable to eat, unable to drink.

Food they have in plenty

But, die stomach empty,

Their body machine’s wreck

Play havoc.

Like my father, I too pray

‘Let my children never suffer

For want of food

For want of clothes,

Let none in the world suffer

For food or clothes, ever’

Is not that the wish of every father?

Is not that the prayer of every mother?

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