baddua...........

SAAZISHOON S APNI DUNIYA KO BSANE WALE
KABHI TU KHUSH NA REH PAYE GA IS TRAH
HUM TU CHALE JAYEIN GAY YAHAN S AIK DIN
KABHI TU KHUSH REH NA PAYE GA IS TRAH

An angel has died.
Or has he been killed?
He could also have been a Lincoln,
Or Einstein, or a Marx!
The defeated mother mourns.
Hopes, dream, expectation –
Who define these terms to me today?
This is not a time to mourn,
The dead is dead.
Don't think about the dark night,
Talk about tomorrow's sunrise.
'Tis not the end of life,
Life has just begun.
Throw away all restrictions, regulations,
Formalities, traditions and pretensions,
Throw away that book of law.
That the fat away from that fatso,
He has put on too much of weight.
Bury him alive, he lived too long.
Snatch that plate away from him,
Or he will eat you too.
Throw away the crutch, and
Take the sword instead.
Don't be a mother of the dead
Instead be a mother of all,
A mother who is not just a provider
But a protector too.