My Papa

(Dedicated to ma friend's Father Death)

Three years ago my papa died, 
I remember all the tears I cried.
I remember the times of basketball, 
Eating ice cream, cookies, and all.
He went through so much pain, 
I don’t think I could do the same.
Staying alive through the years, 
Never letting me see his tears.
I was writing him lots of letters, 
Hoping it would make him better.
Although it made me sad, 
When he went to a better place it made me glad.
Every time he gave me a hug,
He made me feel snug as a rug.
He died before my sister was born, 
It is very hard not to mourn.
I remember how we use to talk, 
Making me laugh when my mom he mocked.
I talk to him everyday, 
Never running out of things to say.
I look up in the sky, 
Remembering of when I didn’t want to say goodbye.
Forever I know we will never part, 
Because he is always in my heart.

Pariksha

Kathin parishram karo tabhi to,
honge pariksha me tum paas,
aalas karke baith gaye to,
hona padega fir niraash.

mile phal mitha prishram ka,
jo karta hai, paata hai wo,
nahi kare jo kathin parishram,
'Haar' ka phal hi paata hai wo.

milti unko apni manzil,
sachche mann se kare jo kaam,
aage badhte sada wo,
apna jagat mein karte naam.