By JH Sayyar
When I open the lock of memory book!
In lone when grief remains many a weeks
Mt heart gets pleasure to find the look
Tears roll down from eyes to my cheeks
Alas! With sadness fills my poor heart
I cannot sleep, warm tears wet the pillow
Ah! Night vigil has become my life part
I shake when strikes heart a past billow
Dear Friends! Some go, some are to go
Today or tomorrow, we will not be here
Our kids’ kids roam on earth to and fro
Thoughts, feelings and emotions to share
Dear fiends! When you fall prey to woes
Do loom in the past, taking off your shoes
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