Dad never saw me crying

- Internet Poetry - Anil Chawda

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You are good, you divide me every day,

Remove from the picture.

If not now it seems constantly,

The sound is conch shell.

If there were, they would never have passed,

If not do a continuous pass exposure.

Falling sick, becoming drowsy or-

You still have space somewhere.

You remember and think,

Happiness is still hanging on the peg.

- Vijay Rajyaguru

I used to tell a lot of jokes about my wife's hectic life. People hold their stomachs and smile. Jokes was something to come.

A father was asked by his friend in the office, 'How was your baby? The father spread his arms wide and said, 'Come on!' Because the father saw the child lying down. The father goes to work before he wakes up and the child is asleep when he arrives! There is more compassion in this than laughter! A father, who feeds his family on a train, hangs out on a bus, rides in a rickshaw. From morning till evening he works in the office, in the factory, on the farm or anywhere. The father is very happy to see the small birds in his nest spreading their wings, but he knows that I have something to say in the beak of this bird. I have to teach their wings to fly, to give the sky. His chirping is to create a melodious song. For this he spends his whole life wings. Tired, lost, even if the feathers fall off, it does not hang. There are two lines in Hindi, I don't know whose one it is. Also very beautiful.

I never looked tired when I was tired,

Dad never saw me crying.

Vijay Rajyaguru is a well-known poet. Let's enjoy this ghazal on the occasion of Father's Day today.

The actors on stage in the play are visible to everyone. But there are many other works behind the energy of his acting. Directors, stage men, lights, musicians, etc. All of these get much less credit than the people performing on stage. The role of the father is like a man working in this backdrop. He gets worn out, gets hurt, suffers, but plays the play called Sansar in the background. Standing behind the stage, he manages everything. It is constantly present even though it is not present.

Vijay Rajyaguru has also tried something similar. Nowhere in this ghazal is the word 'father' mentioned without mentioning it. In this ghazal too, Baap is in the background. The father has a habit of living in the backyard. When it exists, it is not appreciated. But their absence is like a nail in the coffin. When the wandering father is embedded in a photoframe, the multiplication, division, less-plus all the math of life is understood. Their conch shells always resound in the rug. When he was alive, he could never stay close to his father due to small conflicts or lack of time. If he is not in the world now, it seems as if he is very close.

Maa is the pet of the sari. After the sari is torn, its warmth is preserved in the rug. When the father is dressed like a robe. Protects the body to the fullest, finally comes to work to kill itself at home even after a tear. Even after a break it doesn’t leave a dent for the house. He can never get as much credit as a rug. But the Father is the possessor of all glory. He doesn't worry about losing his feathers to keep his family's wings out.

The complaint that less is written about the father appears in Bharat Bhatt's song. Let's log out of it. Happy Father's Day to all.

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Explain to poets and writers in some way,

Much has been written about mother, why not about father?

Blinking in her eyes when she became a father?

A butterfly of dreams danced in it too.

It must also be appreciated as the Creator

Much has been written about mother, why not about father?

Many days sleeping on one side too,

Even separated from his wife for many days,

Even the market, the bank, everywhere Munno on his tongue,

Much has been written about mother, why not about father?

Rakhi's grand feast even when the daughter came,

Dad's eyes got very wet when his father-in-law went

The whole house is preserved under Dad's roof

Much has been written about mother, why not about father?

- Bharat Bhatt 'Pawan'