Give Him Love if Something You Can
Child is the father of man
Give him love if something you can.
To bring out the true me
And the world let me see.
O dear me!
Child is the father of man
Give him love if something you can.
To bring out the true me
And the world let me see.
O dear me!
Give back my handsome past
Where joys in plenty do they last
Give back my laughing childhood
Where under the sky playing once I stood.
I want to be a kid that naughty child
Where the world though seems so mild.
Far from the world,
Your future worries,
Sharing together my haps and mishaps
Leading and inspiring me towards my trend
Consoling and laughing with me, in my life
Crying for me at times hard, who can he be.
Besides my affectionate friend.
Sleepless long dreary nights
My heart being a flying kite
Showering questions, do please answer me.
Caught the kite for in the love tree.
Start then might then the tearful rain
Pieces, pierces goes as it drains.
The haunting horror of
Hovering hawks
On cliffs.
Scavengers patiently perched
To let ‘me’ pass
Rohtang,
- The ‘Dead Pass’
- The Wasteland :
Lahaul, Kaza, Kyelang;
Where the half decayed lama
On a cold winter afternoon,
A dog chases a fly,
And hurts itself
Each time the fly sits on its nose.
The feelings it bore
The thoughts it had
My past laid in it.
The dreams happy and sad.
A dog
Went for a jog,
Through the fog.
He met a frog.
The dog greeted the frog
“Good morning Mr. Cat.”
शेखर मास्टा एवं सुरेन्द्र कुमार ढलेटा
१६ नवम्बर, २००१
साथ नांई छोड़ना दिल नांई चोड़ना
मेरी झूरीए मेरी झूरीए।
चांऔ तेरी खातिरौ पौड़ौ जुग छोड़ना
मेरी झूरीए मेरी झूरीए ।
शेखर मास्टा व सुरेन्द्र कुमार ढलेटा
– २५ मार्च १९९९
लाए तू मेरे हाथो दे मैंहदे भाभिए, मेरी दाई रे ऋ हाए रे
मेरी दाई रे शादे रे भाभिए, मेरी दाई रे।
इणे मिलौले ना बाण्ठणे भाभिए, जिणे औसौ हाए
जिणे औसौ मेरे दादे रे भाभिए, जिणे औसौ हाए।