HEY RAM
Know if he could; the pain
his beloved motherland is in,
how grateful the Mahatma would be
to the bullet which silenced him.

Satyagriha; he fought the British with
has overrun the nation like plague,
a razor in the hands of monkeys
he would think; did he give.

Cacophony of last laugh of monsters,
cast, creed, inequalities, poverty& violence;
he fought all his life; would
make him fast everyday; unto death

Seeing spottless khadi clothing unclear souls;
wheel would cry& spindle shiver,
without an assassin he would fall
everyday& every night- Hey Ram.

My father wrote this poem about 15 years back...I read it today.

Love you papa...one day I will make sure that you pick up that pen again for writing such stuff other than just signing and reviewing official files...

REASON TO LIVE IN 7 LINES

Chalte hue, payega tu manzil, Gum se na darr, Gum se hi, hogi khushi hasil.Honge poore tere armaan.

Kehti hai, bahtey samay ki dhaar, jeet hogi, teri ek din, khud se na aise haar.Hongi mushkilen bhi aasan.

Aata hai, raat kay baad hi din,koi nahi aaj tera, duniyan main kal lekin,tere kadmoo pe hoga jahan,

Aankhon main rok le,tu ye aansuoon ka tufaan.leti hai zindaganihar kadam pe ek imtihaan.

This is not something that I have written...but this had to be on my blog...this is the title song of a television series which used to come about a decade back...n I still remember it so clearly its just so inspiring...I don't know who the lyricist is but I think in these 7 lines he managed to summarize life n hats off to him for this....