passion complete after repair

My Father My Hero








My pen To be necessity than being great,
bursts into tears To be loveable than being praise able,
when I start drawing To be honest than being a hero.
a sketch of Always narrated the stories
My father, to spare for needy and
My hero, live for others.
My inspira on. Now, I feel proud to be a father
Always made me sit and a replica of my father,
over his shoulders, What should I say more?
Fixing his head I love you my dad,
in between my legs. Miss you ever.
Held my hands ghtly If I con nue wri ng
to keep me safe about you dear father,
And ran very fast,
To make me happy, About you dear father,
To make me cheerful, About your love,
To make me brave, About your preaching,
Some mes I made About your sacrifices,
his neck watered Perhaps the ink
with my piss, Of this world
Smilingly he ignored will get finished.
my foolish play,
my naive innocence,
and kissed my cheeks
to make me un‐feared .
Brought me up like a
King's son,
Taught me like
poor's son,
Made me strong
like a warrior's son,
but punished me
like his own son .
Always wanted me to be
clever and never a crook,
Author's Father‐in‐Laws




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Author's Elder Brother Mr. Ved Parkash Sethi









My Master








Always desired to be a faithful creature,
Hence, God made me a dog.
I was stunned to find me in a new look
and was shocked to be a dog,

On praying, God appeared and said,
"Son, you ever wanted to be a faithful creature,
A er going through millions of cases,
I could find only dog on top of faithful creatures''

You can never believe in a man,
You can never believe in a lion,
You can never believe in a pelican,
But I found dog to be faithful among all, ''

Never objects on his master's
being a saint or a robber .
A rich or a poor,
A gentle or a crook,

He listens to his master,
without bothering about,
Caste and creed,
Religion and belief,

Ever remains to be
a sincere servant,
A en ve guard,
And faithful animal.

I wanted to convey my
thanks to God for His blessings,
Before I could speak,
God disappeared







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Seesaw of My Life








Wai ng for my turn to come,
I sit on a bench with my sister.
Watching ups and downs of a seesaw,
While, one flying in sky & other touches ground


For a moment I felt, if these were ups and downs of my life,
I had reached the height to pluck the stars,
All of sudden my other side companion vanished,
I fall down with a great cry.


I had an experience and realized,
That a trustworthy companion needed to play,
I asked my mom to accompany me, she did,
But she could make me happy for few years.


I was very upset when I lost her,
My dearest father came forward to support,
My joy had no boundaries, I was really enjoying,
All of sudden he collapsed and le me alone.


There comes my loving sister to wipe my tears,
We relished the joy of ups and downs in life,
One day I realized, she has grown up
and needs a partner for her life


She married a boy friend she liked,
but this season I did not miss any body . Years and years we cared and loved each other,
since she was happy with her husband and Sustained lot of ups and downs in life,
was enjoying seesaw of her life .
Now we can see our children plying it
And enjoying ups and downs of their life.
When my turn came my sister was not there,
I saw my wife si ng beside me One pleasant evening my wife asked me
She asked me to enjoy ups & downs of seesaw 'Honey are you coming to enjoy seesaw?'
But, I being old and feeble could not stand up.
No dear feel red hence can't, she went alone,
A er that we could never go together.




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Time is Time








Unable to know when me was born?
An unsolved mystery of this globe,
Since its birth it is moving forward,
Without bothering anybody.

Unable to hold it even for a moment,
Master of its own universe, it is,
Does never predict events to come.
Bow down before its dignity, we have to.

Neither pains nor comfort anybody,
Always impar al it stands,
Good or bad has no effect,
Con nuously moves, never forgets a step.

The world moves with its schedule,
Neither fast nor slow in speed it is,
It fixes the me of death even,
S ll unable to control over death.

It seems as if death is powerful, but not
It is me that warrants death to reach the goal,
When one dies, death dies with that,
But me keeps on moving without fail.

Time itself has to move in me even,
Always walks ahead without res ng,
Least concerned with present or past,
Surprisingly, it knows nothing about future.

Love to move with it, but some mes can't,
Respect it, but it does not bother,
Has no objec on if it is being wasted,
But loves when someone goes with it.






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