10 April, 2014

ओ मेरे बेटे !

A poem of Dr Sharad Singh
O my son!

I think
Gone are the days where
When you were hiding in my lap
Angry with your friends
Or persistence used to eat Jalebi
Put clasp was swinging
Used childish suddenness
You know, the day never return
But you can come
Meet me once a month
In the Old Age Home,
O my son!
- Dr Sharad Singh


  1. बहुत खूब बहुत ही लाज़वाब अभिव्यक्ति आपकी। बधाई

    एक नज़र :- हालात-ए-बयाँ: ''हम वीर धीर''

  2. बेटों के लिए इससे शर्मनाक क्या हो सकता है...