My Old Man

My Old Man short poem

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Clouds thundered, rained and gone
We wept together for our very own

They were lamenting- for loss of ours
Of orphans, helpless and old home

The way my old man served the world
Healed and helped, all is shown

Love and greatness packed in heart
And wealth of courage In every bone

The legacy left is compassionate treasure
We are asked to help, not to mourn

My hero, you blessed us all with life
You aren’t dead, you aren’t gone

Poet’s Note: Abdul Sattar Eidhi has done a lot for the well being of  humanity. He is the most inspirational and renowned personality when we talk about the social work in Pakistan. He was the wealthiest poor man that has served the nation with the passion of compassion.

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